The Girl With The Eyes

I was so close to telling my mom that I'm not the wonderfully straight as a pin daughter she thinks I am last night - the words there were there on my tongue, ready to just say them and I couldn't do it.

We were having a grand time playing Apples to Apples, which is a great game and tons of fun - we got it for Christmas so we've been playing it a lot since then. It's a game where one player chooses a card with an adjective on it and the rest of the players have to pick a noun card from their hand that they think best fits the selected adjective and then the judge chooses the one they like best.

So I was judge for the round, my adjective had something to do with stereotyping and I had a few different options but in the end I went with Rainbow for various reasons. And mom who mostly was just teasing said "Oh yeah you only chose that because you're the gay lover."

And then that spawned this whole conversation about how I am a lesbiterian (which is the fun name my family uses when making fun of lesbians) and I told mom non-jokingly that one day I really was going to bring home a nice girl for her to meet, and she told me that that wouldn't happen in her house.

It's always nice knowing that your mom will throw you out when you do finally decide to come out to her. I'm excited for that day.