It's almost over

Ok, so first off, I feel kind of bad because it's been over a week or so since my last post. I know no one reads this, but, I know that if someone ever did, I couldn't keep 'em interested if they didn't have anything new to read after a week or so.

I've been kind of really busy lately. (A bit of an oxymoron yah?) Well, my classes are coming to and end, and of course that means all my teachers toss everything at us in the last stretch of class. We have major labs to come up with on our own, a few last minute exams, finals to study for, and all that oh so very fun stuff. Excited for me yet? on top of that, last week was my 21st birthday. I was going to write a blog on my birthday and all considering it was the 10th anniversery of Ellen Degeneres coming out of the closet on t.v. in her "puppy episode". But I was out having quite a few drinks with my family and doing shots with my mom. The rest of the week was filled with homework and studying for 3 tests back to back. Then the weekend came full of work and partying with my friends.

Aside from all the uniteresting stuff going on in life, thought I'd share some rather comical stuff that my mom said to me the other day. I should start off say that I haven't come out of the closet to my family yet. Or rather, most of my friends. Actually, only one person that means anything to me, is the only person in my life that knows. Well, there is the online world, but that doesn't count for almost anything. Back to my story. I don't know how we got started on this topic, but somehow we got into talking about my little sister and her extracurricular activies that my mom wants her to do in school and continue into high school. My sister has been involved in several activies and sports including; cheerleading, softball, tennis, girl scouts, and whatever else. (shows how much im around my own house). So we got to talking, and my mom said something along the lines of "I don't want your sister playing softball". Of course I asked her why, there is nothing wrong with softball, it's incredibly fun to play, and she should be involved in something other then hanging with her friends and going to school. So she tells me, "well you know how it is". Yes, I played softball for 13 years. "I don't want her involved in a sport with a bunch of lesbians. You said it yourself that half the team is gay" Which of course was very true for my school, and I'm sure it applies to most softball teams. We wouldn't have that sterotype if there wasn't something that stood out to people. But I didn't know what to say in response. So I told her " well, yah, half the team was gay. so what? what does that have to do with Elizabeth (my sister)?" She comes back with "Well, you know how she is, she's a follower, not a leader like you. I don't want her to become a lesbian or think whatever just because she doesn't know how to be her own person. She's not a strong as you, she can't stand up against that kind of crap like you did." And I was floored at that response. It was kind of a deer caught in headlights. I just didn't know how to say anything to her without my coming out. So I pretty much didn't say anything. I just kind of said, "Well, if that's what your worried about, you're going to find it with any sport or rather anywhere. And a sport is not going to be what makes up her mind about that anyhow."

But after all of that, I found it interesting that she thinks, rather has always thought, that being gay is a trend. And the more people come out, the cooler it is. I think that's why I have such a problem with telling my parents. That and the fact that my brother and stepdad are super homophobic. But more than that. I find it ironic that she thinks that my little sister might turn out to be gay because of not being able to stand against peer pressure while playing a sport, but yet, I'm the 'strong' one, and here I am, I'm the gay one in my household. It kind of makes me just want to tell her, let her get all of her rediculous theories and opinions out of her mind. Just toss 'em out the window. But then again, she might blame me playing softball for so many years on me being gay. And then she really won't let my sister play ever again.