Attention, Columbus: We're having sex!
Oct. 9th, 2002 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpArgh! I got up at 8 o'clock this morning because I was supposed to go to an employee training at 9. I get there, and for the life of me, I can't find this training. The Volunteer Coordinator (who is also in charge of trainings) is also not around, so eventually I find one of the administrative assistants and she's like, "I think I saw an email about the epilepsy training..." She graciously boots her computer and finds out that an email was sent out saying that the 9am epilepsy training has been moved to 4pm. Yes, 4pm. Not 9am. By this point, I'm totally cheesed because I don't work until 12:30pm on Wednesdays, and here it is 9am.
I start joking around about how I have a nasty message for the VC (Volunteer Coordinator). He arrives while I'm upstairs talking with Coworker Sandra, so I knock on his door and make this big flamboyant display about how it's 9am and Epilepsy Training is at 4pm and did anyone tell me? Noooooooo. He apologizes a million times and I go on and on about how I'm going to get him later (I really like him), and he says, "Well, to make it up to you, I have a present for you." I certainly can't resist presents, so I'm like, "Well, okay. I can be bought," and it's this plastic window cling thingy that's been done to look like stained glass, and wouldn't you know, it's the HRC symbol. Ha! This now officially /proves/ the VC's "is he or isn't he?" status to the affirmative (Clue 1: Favorite show - Will and Grace; Clue 2: passing out pamplets to case managers for gender and sexuality resources), even though he was all, "It's a cute little equality symbol." He's like, "I saw this and I thought of you, so here you go." Now, we all know I'm not the biggest fan of the HRC, but heck, I'll put it in my office anyway. :)
So now I'm home for two hours before I need to go back into work, and I guess it's story time. Now that I'm less infuriated, I can get into the /real/ reason I was annoyed with my father last night. I was spouting off about it to
The Girl last night and we got a good chuckle about it, so it's all good. So anyway, my dad was asking me if she's moving into my apartment (this is a common question these days, and the answer is no), and when I told him no, he asked why. I went into the reasons. He then was like, "If she did, people might think you're doing something shameful." Let me just say once that there is no way in hell that anyone is going to put the word "shameful" on my life or on someone/something so important to me, so I was ticked. I was all, "Shameful like what?" and he went into his classic "you know..."s and after one more "No, what's shameful?" with no answer I was irate.
Dad: /You/ know...
Me: No, what?
Dad: /You/ know...
Me: You mean they might think we're having sex?
Dad: ...
Me: Is that it?
Dad: ...
Me: People can think that all they want. I encourage it.
Dad: Why?
Me: Because we're having sex. WE'RE HAVING SEX! We've been having sex for a while now! And you know what? I don't care /who/ knows, because I tell people all the time!
By this point, I was practically raising my voice, and it probably ended up sounding like some sitcom. Later, when relaying the story to Jennifer, I actually started yelling, from my bed, "Attention, Columbus: Jennifer and I are having sex, lots of sex, lots and lots of sex," and we both ended up getting the giggles about it (after she asked me if I'd opened my apartment door to shout it to the street). So it was all better.
But yeah, I was furious last night. It would seem that my number one button these days is anything that in some way casts doubt on or tries to diminish my relationship with Jennifer. Aah well. Parents.
I start joking around about how I have a nasty message for the VC (Volunteer Coordinator). He arrives while I'm upstairs talking with Coworker Sandra, so I knock on his door and make this big flamboyant display about how it's 9am and Epilepsy Training is at 4pm and did anyone tell me? Noooooooo. He apologizes a million times and I go on and on about how I'm going to get him later (I really like him), and he says, "Well, to make it up to you, I have a present for you." I certainly can't resist presents, so I'm like, "Well, okay. I can be bought," and it's this plastic window cling thingy that's been done to look like stained glass, and wouldn't you know, it's the HRC symbol. Ha! This now officially /proves/ the VC's "is he or isn't he?" status to the affirmative (Clue 1: Favorite show - Will and Grace; Clue 2: passing out pamplets to case managers for gender and sexuality resources), even though he was all, "It's a cute little equality symbol." He's like, "I saw this and I thought of you, so here you go." Now, we all know I'm not the biggest fan of the HRC, but heck, I'll put it in my office anyway. :)
So now I'm home for two hours before I need to go back into work, and I guess it's story time. Now that I'm less infuriated, I can get into the /real/ reason I was annoyed with my father last night. I was spouting off about it to
The Girl last night and we got a good chuckle about it, so it's all good. So anyway, my dad was asking me if she's moving into my apartment (this is a common question these days, and the answer is no), and when I told him no, he asked why. I went into the reasons. He then was like, "If she did, people might think you're doing something shameful." Let me just say once that there is no way in hell that anyone is going to put the word "shameful" on my life or on someone/something so important to me, so I was ticked. I was all, "Shameful like what?" and he went into his classic "you know..."s and after one more "No, what's shameful?" with no answer I was irate.Dad: /You/ know...
Me: No, what?
Dad: /You/ know...
Me: You mean they might think we're having sex?
Dad: ...
Me: Is that it?
Dad: ...
Me: People can think that all they want. I encourage it.
Dad: Why?
Me: Because we're having sex. WE'RE HAVING SEX! We've been having sex for a while now! And you know what? I don't care /who/ knows, because I tell people all the time!
By this point, I was practically raising my voice, and it probably ended up sounding like some sitcom. Later, when relaying the story to Jennifer, I actually started yelling, from my bed, "Attention, Columbus: Jennifer and I are having sex, lots of sex, lots and lots of sex," and we both ended up getting the giggles about it (after she asked me if I'd opened my apartment door to shout it to the street). So it was all better.
But yeah, I was furious last night. It would seem that my number one button these days is anything that in some way casts doubt on or tries to diminish my relationship with Jennifer. Aah well. Parents.
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Rant and rave all ya want bebe!
Date: 2002-10-09 07:40 am (UTC)Re: Rant and rave all ya want bebe!
Date: 2002-10-09 08:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-09 07:52 am (UTC)You're having what?
Sex?
Writhing twitching squirming face-like-a-glazed-donut licking nibbling sucking shrieking orgasmagogogogogogo flying drifting cuddling spooning SEX?
Gee! :D
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I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe.
I love you.
\m/ siannan \m/
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Date: 2002-10-09 09:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-09 09:56 am (UTC)Cluck cluck!
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Date: 2002-10-09 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-09 01:37 pm (UTC)BAWK BAWK!
Date: 2002-10-09 02:41 pm (UTC)p.s. Cameron Diaz skeeves me out.
Re: BAWK BAWK!
Date: 2002-10-09 02:52 pm (UTC)Now I want to do something shameful with Cameron Diaz and a chicken.
Re: BAWK BAWK!
Date: 2002-10-09 02:56 pm (UTC)You're dirty! :)
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Date: 2002-10-09 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-09 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-09 01:37 pm (UTC)I didn't think so.
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Date: 2002-10-09 02:45 pm (UTC)Watch me flaunt, baby. Oh yeah. :)
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Date: 2002-10-09 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Heh!:)
*gasp*
Date: 2002-10-09 08:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-09 08:05 pm (UTC)Mwah Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ramona the brave
Date: 2002-10-09 07:08 pm (UTC)On my tour of Reed, there was another prospective student - Ramona. (Ramona! <3 the name.) Ramona was really androgynous, but before I knew her name, I thought Ramona was male. She had short hair, was wearing male clothes, and sounded a bit masculine. I didn't care when I realized. My mom, on the other hand... The entire tour, she was shooting me looks whenever Ramona spoke. And afterwards, she told me that she felt sorry for Ramona. Because my mom wasn't sure if Ramona was male or female. (Must one have a blatantly obvious gender in order to be happy?) I asked her why. Ramona doesn't have to wear those clothes, keep her hair cut that way, etc. I thought it was great that she felt open to be who she was.
Parents don't always know best.
Re: Ramona the brave
Date: 2002-10-09 07:59 pm (UTC)Re: Ramona the brave
Date: 2002-10-10 06:03 am (UTC)That all depends on the day, you know? I could be hiding a small country in there for the amount of people who stare at my chest!;)
It always amazes me the almost pity in some people's eyes when they look at people who are "different." Like I would want to "pass" for anything? Or anyone else who has a shred of individuality would be "happier" if we just conformed a little bit more. It's not easy to not conform in some situations. Why do they think we do it then? Just to be different? Well maybe. Sometimes. Or maybe, we are much more comfortable than they are.
Re: Ramona the brave
Date: 2002-10-10 06:41 am (UTC)One night at Hofstra when we were all drunk (how odd, I know), this dipshit guy from down the hall was giving Jodie a lot of crap about her purple hair.
Him: Why do you have purple hair?
Her: I like purple hair.
Him: But why do you have purple hair?
Her: Because I /like/ purple hair.
Him: I think you do it for attention.
What's obnoxious about this is that, of course, /everyone/ manages their appearance in a way to garner some sort of attention from someone. The people who conform in their Gap-and-Abercrombie way are most certainly looking for attention from other like-minded people. There are very few people who are like, "I look like total crap and everyone will make fun of me, but I'm going to go out in public anyway," especially in their teens and twenties.
You, my dear, do it to be different, of course, and to get a sort of attention your mother doesn't want you to get. It has nothing to do with you being comfortable. It has to do with her being /un/comfortable about the statement you're making. Oops.
Like my mother, who has ridden the party line for her entire life and can't even fathom that someone would want to "stick out" in any way.
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Date: 2002-10-10 07:29 am (UTC)My innocence is ruined.
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I'm just a sweet and innocent, pure and perfect paragon of virtue.