Title: Playing redneck: yeehaw!
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Tonight we go and worship at the shrine of the Holy Trinity of Blondes. Yes, it's time for the Dixie Chicks concert, my friends. Tonight Cynthia and I will prostrate ourselves before the Great Blonde Goddess (which one, you ask? Natalie, of course) and have lewd fantasies about Natalie, kneepads and a jar of honey mustard. Oh, but yes. Oh, am I oversharing again? My bad.
Okay. Update for those of you who don't talk to me every day, and thus haven't heard me rave about my past week: Cynthia is now living in Denver. This has been in the works for months, as you probably know. She was going to room with Shawn before we planned anything else -- this was way back in the spring. I was going to stay at the Geek Commune until the divorce was done, but circumstances being what they are, Ian and I decided it would be best if I moved out. And the only place I really had to go that wouldn't cost me an arm and a leg was... Shawn's house. So Cynthia and I are living together kind of by default. It wasn't originally the plan; we both have big reservations about living together so soon, particularly since I'm not even divorced and I'll have no time to adjust to life as an "unattached" individual. It's been four days; so far, so good. She hasn't wanted to kill me yet, so I'm psyched.
The other news is I go to Mississippi on Saturday to visit the family and break the news about my impending divorce. Thrill. My parents are going to yell at me. When I came out to them over a year ago, their major concern was my marriage: was I going to stay married to Ian? I told them we were trying like hell, but there were no guarantees. They're not going to be happy. It's my life and everything, so I basically get to do whatever I need to do, but they're so going to hate it. I think my mom is tenuously okay with my sexuality as long as I don't ever refer to it or, God forbid, act on it. And as long as I stay married like a good little het girl, of course. My divorce is going to be doubly bad for my mom to deal with because, hell, I'm getting divorced 'cause I'm a dyke. Not only does she have to deal with imperfection in her family (i.e., divorce), but she has to face the reality that her oldest daughter is a lesbian. Since she's always been told only the myths and stereotypes about gays and lesbians and none of the reality, I can imagine how difficult it's going to be for her to deal with. I really wish my parents would try PFLAG, at least. Oh well. At least my sister is going to be there with me when I tell them. She said she'd totally support me. It means a lot, since it's not going to be me versus everyone else in the family. This may become important later on.
Let's just not even mention that I have a girlfriend...
Okay. It's 5:00, and as soon as I get this developer off my phone, I'm leaving for the Chicks concert. I'll report more later, with gory and intimate details. Muahahahaha.
-- marcie.