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5:33PM - Monday July 19, 2004 He and the Roommate and I helped her carry all her stuff up to the apartment, including a sewing machine that she was passing on to me. Squee! Ahem. Anyway, then we drove Kryptonite down to the station and waited around to meet up with Mermaid because we had bellydance rehearsal over at SnowWhite’s that afternoon. She was late, it all got straightened out though, and we had a great rehearsal and my mom got to watch and hear us talk about our usual stuff. Most of the next three days were spent eating and shopping and stuff it seems like, and I still had to keep up with school and my life, so I got a bit stressed out at times. Tuesday we went to supper with my mom’s friend Ursula, who I hadn’t seen in over a decade. She always was really cool, and she still is. They got into the coffee liqueur and they started talking about sex and stuff and swearing a lot, which is always funny, and then they got on the topic of religion a bit because they were talking a bit about homosexuality. Ursula started talking about how she'’ hung out in a lot of religious discussion chat rooms, and how the fundamentalist Christians really turned her off, but how nice and open-minded the Wiccans were. At this point I’d taken my mom to Venus Envy and Little Mysteries, and she mentioned that she’d been a little uncomfortable in Little Mysteries, and then she asked me if my friend SnowWhite was a Wiccan, so I took the plunge and said yes. And the she asked me if I was. Yeah. So I said yes, even though I don’t technically consider myself Wiccan, but a pagan and a witch nonetheless. And she said, “I thought so.” Later on in the evening she asked me a few questions, and I explained some basic stuff to her. I just figured that she had her best friend sitting next to her telling her how cool Wiccans were, and she asked me directly, so I told the truth. Which is my policy, anyway. The ‘don’t-ask-don’t-tell’ has been wearing kind of thin, anyway. Which leads to Wednesday night. We were over at Butch’s, I’d skipped my class that evening because I had a major stress/PMS meltdown, and we were sitting around watching TV. For some reason the conversation turned to ‘Fried Green Tomatoes’ and this is how it went from there: Mom: You know, for years I didn’t know that was about a lesbian relationship, I just thought they were really good friends. I mean, why can’t women just be friends? Look at Ursula and me—we’re friends, we’ve never slept with each other or even wanted to. And you and Butch, you’re friends and you’ve never slept together, have you? Me: Actually, we have. Mom: Oh Butch: You asked! Me: Mom, you should think before you ask questions sometimes if you’re not sure you’ll like or even want to know the answers. Mom: I thought I did! I feel like I don’t know you at all. The evening ended soon after that no more was said about the subject. I figured that she was going to be staying with her best friend for a few days and would have a chance to talk things out with her, and then she could ask me more questions if she wanted. But, things were a little strained for the rest of her visit, which wasn’t very much longer, thankfully. Thursday we both just puttered about in the morning, and then she and the Roommate went out to his mom’s place for lunch. They’d met the last time she’d come down and they’d gotten along. Apparently they started talking about sex and really freaked him out. Hee! Durga came over with her battery operated air pump so I could take it camping with me, and she hung out and made a skirt out of the piece of vulva fabric I gave her, and I had a good time decompressing a bit and relaxing while I packed. Scotia arrived nearly an hour early, but luckily I was already packed. Butch and Durga helped me bring all my crap down, and then Scotia came up because I wanted to wait until my mom came back to say good bye. She did, we did, and we both left on our separate ways. And so ends Mom Visit 2004. Thank all the gods that she’s gotten a bit more laid back in her old age. Still, I’m expecting some interesting phone calls and emails for the next little while. It’s a relief, anyway. I mean, I know she’ll never be happy with my life and my choices, but now I don’t have to censor myself. It’s a good feeling. Comment over here.
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