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Who is actually a friend, not a not-so-subtle "me" jab. We met in high school and he's the only person I've actually stayed in contact with since that last day of high school, mainly because of geography and there *were* no other friends until second year uni.
He's from the country and it shows. He makes an effort around me, as if in, cuts himself off before he says "poofter", but not enough to realise quite now much it makes my skin crawl when he uses terms like "sheila" and "chick". He's a nice guy despite that, it's just that I can only really cope with him in small doses of a couple of hours at a time and he's staying the night and we're going food shopping tomorrow.
However, I am so very grateful I've met him, he makes me all:
Dear Buddha,
I want a pony and plastic rocket and thank you, thank you, thank you for making sure I was born in an urban area with wonderful parents and a high school where I answered questions until I was blue in the face, but was not bashed, for being gay. Where there was a multitude of people outside high school who were supportive and loving and helped me through. Where there are friends: lovely, gorgeous, talented friends who I love to bits in sharp specific ways far too numerous to list. Thank you.
And to anyone who's living/has lived in a country area and was the slightest bit gay/feminist/faintly left-leaning/not heterosexual and male, how did you manage it? Because right this second I am horrifically pessimistic and Doom! Doom! DOOOM!, and I could not see myself surviving.
/th the *negative boggle*
He's from the country and it shows. He makes an effort around me, as if in, cuts himself off before he says "poofter", but not enough to realise quite now much it makes my skin crawl when he uses terms like "sheila" and "chick". He's a nice guy despite that, it's just that I can only really cope with him in small doses of a couple of hours at a time and he's staying the night and we're going food shopping tomorrow.
However, I am so very grateful I've met him, he makes me all:
Dear Buddha,
I want a pony and plastic rocket and thank you, thank you, thank you for making sure I was born in an urban area with wonderful parents and a high school where I answered questions until I was blue in the face, but was not bashed, for being gay. Where there was a multitude of people outside high school who were supportive and loving and helped me through. Where there are friends: lovely, gorgeous, talented friends who I love to bits in sharp specific ways far too numerous to list. Thank you.
And to anyone who's living/has lived in a country area and was the slightest bit gay/feminist/faintly left-leaning/not heterosexual and male, how did you manage it? Because right this second I am horrifically pessimistic and Doom! Doom! DOOOM!, and I could not see myself surviving.
/th the *negative boggle*
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