arr!

[fox]

(this has been the extent of my participation in Talk Like A Pirate Day. thank you.)

got to my parents' safely at about 8:45 last night. put ice on my ankle and settled in front of the TV. my parents had been out, but got home about an hour later. we watched the rerun of queer eye (since they hadn't seen it on tuesday -- and, like, how weird is it that my parents are regular queer eye watchers?), but they declined to stay with me for the first part of in the shadow of two gunmen.

dad went to the airport early this morning for a week-long business trip of some sort, so mom and i have the place to ourselves. she and her sister were thinking of going to visit their parents, but this would have taken them across the path of what's left of the storm, and my grandmother specifically asked them not to. so, here we are. (odd conversation with mom around lunchtime about my odds of Meeting Someone if i "spend all [my] time" with people who are Not Straight, by which she specifically means datlowen, jgesteve, and darthrami. she wasn't at all critical, just puzzled. i tried to un-puzzle her -- "i do have other friends, you know, and i even spend time with them, and i even See People" -- and also gently call out the veiled inquiry into my own preferences. all very strange. not sure i entirely get what happened there.)

it seems to have been a good idea to get out of the way of the storm, but i'm glad to see that the university reports that the campus and surrounding area -- which, i live close enough that i think i qualify -- suffered "minimal damage". there are still serious flood concerns, which wouldn't affect my apartment but would affect my getting in and out of town, but by sunday when i'm heading back things should have cleared up.

Comments

[wholenother.livejournal.com]

Um, yeah, my mother once asked my best friend from growing up if I was a lesbian. So she told me my mother asked her. So strange... Sorry!

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

Glad you're all OK! My parents lost all the leaves off their crape myrtle tree; we haven't heard from my brother yet, but apparently his side of town wasn't so hard hit.

Point out to your mother that Not Straight people do have brothers and friends and co-workers and stuff, rather than living in the Domed Not-Straight City On The Moon and only coming out to monopolize your social life.

[darthfox.livejournal.com]

my parents are actually surprisingly cool. i'm very proud of them. (i mean, i've never had any reason to expect them to be otherwise, but we've never really talked about Relationships at all, so any expectations i have are basically of my own creation.) when i did just cut through the chatter and say "is this a veiled way of asking about me?", my mother said "i suppose it's not entirely not. but, you know, not that i'd ..." (i supplied her with "freak out", which is not an expression she's used to using) "not that i'd freak out, or even that it's any of my business, really."

anyway, her point was less the (long) odds of meeting people than the (decent) odds of such people assuming i was Not Straight myself, since i hang out with a disproportionately queer crowd. which, whatever. that, at least, hasn't been one of my problems.