Never Believe Everything You Read

So it turns out that readership is expanding. For some time now I have been dropping this little bug in my parents' ear, not quite sure what the result would be. My folks know I'm dark and twisted but I'm not always sure they're ready to acknowledge it. But, since their reading, and since I have written a few things that makes them come off as less than doting. Ok, maybe ultra-conservative homophobes, whatever. 

What I think it all boils down to is that you (anyone and their parents) have to learn to reconcile seeing the other as an adult, an individual. You love your parents and your parents love you, but it's hard to realize that when you don't always agree on some fundamental issues. Just as an example I'm far more liberal now than when I was raised. I also know that it the picture that comes into focus more quickly is the one that bothers you the most. You always see what you don't like as opposed to what you do. 

I assume that only a handful of people (yes literally 5 people, all friends and acquaintances) read this because I harass them into doing it every few days. At the same time I'm not foolish enough to think that no one else will ever find this, in fact I'm hoping they do. My major and rather naked ambition for this little electronic diary is that it will someday serve as a record that I can write and will want to make some major publication come a-callin'. This along with the fact that I tend to be overly private, what some would call secretive even with my close friends has led me to publish very little about my personal life, after all everyone can identify with feelings, but individuals who talk about their feelings all the time are whiners. 

So in a major step for me this post (yes, FINALLY!) will be far more personal than I really like. Not only will this be a good 'n for Ma and Pa Kettle...err I mean Bitner, but you'll also get to hear a bit more about the beau. After this I refuse to speak of my feelings again ;) . One of my best friends from college, just so happens to be a lesbian. She also happens to have been one of the most comfortable people I have ever known and as far as I ever saw, I envied her for having such a painless coming out process since it took anorexia to kick my ass out of the closet. In any case any time I take a step further into the Gayborhood, especially concerning my parents she likes to say, "You never give your parents enough credit." "I probably don't!" I shoot back, which really means "Yeah, bitch but I didn't ask you,"...  We had a conversation like this in early January when I was toying with the idea of taking Chaz home to Meet The Parents. We had been dating a little over five months and, well it was just looking like that time. In real life I had mentioned I was dating someone and threw a fit, accusing my parents of just wanting to brush my painfully identified sexual orientation under the rug. I'm sure I'd said something along the lines of "What the fuck was the point of coming out if we never talk about it!" And then the reply "But that's all we ever talk about,". Again it's that reconciliation between loving your loved ones and not always agreeing with them. 

Long story short I must give credit where credit is due. As much as I'm sure Mom and Dad were in a bit of shock, I do know (and will now tell the world) my parents are great. Had they read farther back than January they would have read that I am always thankful for the fact that they are not like most of the parents I know who do disown their same-sex loving progeny. My parents have disowned any of their progeny for whatever choice for that matter. Even when I didn't have a face for the person I was walking toward on the other end of the isle, my parents were always in the picture. 

What I hope my friend realizes when she plays devil's advocate for my parents is that no matter how harshly I judge them, I judge myself just as, if not more, harshly.