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Talked to my parents today. Like, Talk with a capital T. I needed to ask them if Dom could stay here longer until he gets back on his feet, and just tell them more about Dom's situation so they actually know what's going on. No clear answers as of yet, considering how big a decision this is. Dad actually used male pronouns while talking about him. w00t. I totally didn't expect that. I feel like they understand now, and that's a good thing. Like whoa.
Also managed to talk a bit about my trans-ness. Just reiterating how I came out to myself, and Mom was all like 'we don't really understand this, and it's really new,' but I get the feeling they're trying really hard anyway and that fucking rocks. I feel really lucky, and grateful, to have the parents that I do. Despite the complete and utter Christianity and the differences we have. I've sort of reconciled with that anyway. I know that's just who they are, and I can't ask them to change just because they annoy me sometimes.
Also managed to talk a bit about my trans-ness. Just reiterating how I came out to myself, and Mom was all like 'we don't really understand this, and it's really new,' but I get the feeling they're trying really hard anyway and that fucking rocks. I feel really lucky, and grateful, to have the parents that I do. Despite the complete and utter Christianity and the differences we have. I've sort of reconciled with that anyway. I know that's just who they are, and I can't ask them to change just because they annoy me sometimes.