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Stoked, Not Stoned
2001-11-25 - 11:31 p.m.

My mom watched Queer as Folk with me.

:-O :-O :-O!!!!

I am in Florida, we had our road trip yesterday, it was long, but really peaceful and mellow and cool... heck, before that, the day with the folks wasn't so bad, despite me greeting them still stoned, and needing to sleep it off while they went and got breakfast.

Thanksgiving was cool, I went to my aunt's and dealt with family, ate lots, was being a chill, obedient and dignified child... um... no problems, really... and then the road trip...

My apologies for the triple-dot excess... eep! But I just wanna get this out as stream of thought as it is.

The road trip was cool, we left late, but that wasn't a big thing- we ate early at Cracker Barrel, which has a tacky, insane gift shop before the restaurant part, but has good food- and then hit the road for six hours of driving funness. By the time it already got dark, my dad and I got into deep conversation, which was cool, and my mom got mentioned, cuz I (we) thought she was asleep, but she jumped in too. I brought up her manic pace, and how it makes it really hard for me to deal with her, and we had a confrontation, but man, oh man was it ever a positive ending one. Hell... across the board, conflict with the parents has been pretty damn well handled and good, and we kinda respect each other all a little more now. Rock on.

Today... my first full day back, and we made a big trip to the mall- the big ass mall near Ft. Lauderdale, Sawgrass Mills. The second largest mall in the world was no lie... I had two hours to explore on my own, and I wound up running out of time looking at all the stuff, and I barely stopped. Anyway, my mom was hanging with my grandmom- and my dad and I were doin our own thing separate- apparently my dad was a little hurt that I didn't want to hang with him at the mall and wandered solo instead (I had chosen to do that cuz I really wanted to cruise guys, and didn't feel comfy with him there). My mom tells me 'bout his hurt feelings later that night, and I tell her why I didn't go with him... this opens up the "gay issue" channel, and she mentions how my grandmom was picking on a femme guy at one of the stores, and how that bothered her. She goes on an anti-femme dude kinda rant, I try and explain why she feels that way... and from there... we hit them all. She tells me how she felt like she lost her child when she first found out (being double ouch cuz she really did lose my older sister), and how it's not what she expected out of my life, and that it's not even so much a religious thing, she just can't understand how I like guys. Things get to a point where the "gay" word is said so much that it stops being a big deal to say, and my mom mentions her potential lesbian past again (eek!) and that she's pretty open minded sexually (the words "three-way" came out her mouth- DOUBLE eek!!), and... eek!! Eek!! Open discussion, sure. But she made me squirm when she mentioned "nude camps." I told her... that's all well and good- go ahead and go- write... but don't send pictures. Luckily, I think this was a hypothetical situation.

Queer as Folk got mentioned, and we related some of our experiences to the show; I told her I didn't believe she could handle it, but apparently she could... it was about 9:55, Sunday night... so I moved the convo slyly to the living room, and turned the show on. I don't believe it, even to this moment, but we pretty much sat down and watched an entire Queer as Folk, me explaining storyline stuff, and her laughing along to Debbie's sassiness, and the funny parts, and being generally quiet during the "guys making out" parts. Oooh! Babies help too- she "Ooh'ed" and "Aah'ed" over Gus... I guess every character has a purpose, even the prop baby!

The episode had no sex! It had lots of Justin and his mom, and it had lots of mother / son relationships... it was perfect; I think I remember first watching it, and thinking that that would be a good one to see with my mom. I just don't believe that it actually happened, relatively drama free. This is a very, very positive thing.

She's not 100% gay-friendly, and she wouldn't even admit to being gay-positive. She settled on being happy so long as I'm happy, and expressing her extreme concern over me possibly getting hurt cuz of being gay, emotionally, physically, or psychicly (although she didn't explain that last one well). I told her that I knew how to be safe, in any situation, and I knew to take care of myself, and that I'm continually alert... especially to psychic attack. Gay microwaves are nothing to mess with... I know not to directly look in the direction they're coming from, lest I go blind.

So that's that. Parental relationships are good, life at home ain't as bad as it could be... and I should get my first driving lesson from my dad tomorrow morning. I have my kitty and lots of video games to keep me entertained if my parent's start to fail me, but they're doing the whole "earn my trust" thing for now. I am impressed. I think I make them out to be worse than they are in here sometimes, or just in general. My folks rock! Most of my complaints are relatively minor.

Did I just say my folks rock?? Geez, it must be getting late. Song Quote!

"We gonna have a party, it's time to shake yo body, come on and do the limbo, dancing on 'El Bimbo', do it all night, til we see the sunlight, we go on and on and on" -Dance Dance Revolution

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...