DADT Thing You Do (Every Year)

What's up, liplickers?


So DADT is (almost) history. 


Isn't that amazing?

It's weird.  
I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it.


As a kid growing up in the Mormon church, I was told that the end of the world was coming rapidly, probably within my lifetime. 

And while I accepted the end of the world as fact...try as I might, I couldn't imagine that I would actually live to see it.

[via sabino]

We would drive by the Shell station on the way to church in Dad's Bonneville, and I would close my eyes, pretending that when I opened them, the Shell would be gone, and everything in it - Mountain Dew and Hostess cupcakes and peanut butter Nature Valley granola bars and the fat business guy in the red collared shirt, impatiently waiting in the $.69 fountain soda line - would be gone.

                                * poof *

I've never been able to visualize things.  
Even at all.  
I have no capability to think how a situation might be different than how it is currently going down. 
That is, incidentally, why I am the worst choice of people to ask if you're wondering what color you should paint the walls.

That's why the Don't Ask, Don't Tell repeal is confusing me. 
I never actually thought I would see the day.  


Gay legislation is so back-and-forth (you can get married! Oops, shit, I mean, you can have legal partner status!) that it's hard to keep track of when we're equal citizens of the United States, and when we're not. 

[via girlswholikegirls]

You know how it goes around here. 

The same lesbian couple can be... Married! Partners! Roommates! Rifle practice! - all in a day's worth of driving.

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It's just so great to see something, even a piece of archaic shit like DADT that should never have been signed into law in the first place, get laughed out of the Senate.


Anyway! This is obviously not a political blog, faggettes.
I will simply embarrass myself.

Today we're talking Holidays Round 2.


No matter what holiday you celebrate, and even if you don't celebrate anything at all and fucking hate the holidays, with the rampant commercialism and blatant ripping-off of ancient pagan rituals didn't you know that Christmas is really just the age-old celebration of Winter Solstice and stoppityou'reboringtheshitoutofeveryone , chances are you're going to be sprung from your school/work cell and set loose for a long holiday weekend.  


And even if your family isn't religious, they tend to demand your presence, in your hometown, riiiiiight around now.

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So what's it like when you go home with your girlfriend?  


I need to know.

Because I am a total shit about going home with CJ. 

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And I'm not sure why.
  
She grew up in a tiny town called Montevideo, in Minnesota.  
Her family is nice.  
Her mom made me a stocking with my name on it in glitter. They drink wine with dinner, sometimes even getting tipsy, which is a completely foreign concept to me at a family dinner.  
They're noisy and they argue with one another and they tease each other and they like - for some unfathomable reason - to play Yahtzee. 

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I'm not kidding.  It never fails.  After dinner, everyone will be sitting around drinking beer at the table.  
Someone will bring out the Yahtzee box.

Then everybody simultaneously goes, "Oooh. Yahtzee!" like they'd never thought of that before, won't this be fun, and then they all get out their mini-pencils and score notepads, happily settling in for what's shaping up to be the most boring night ever.

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Almost all of the other kids in CJ's family are married, and they seem to be fine with us being big lesbians.


But I'm just a huge ass about going home. 
I whine. I complain. I threaten to not come.  

[via sabino]

It's because families make me uncomfortable.  My own included.  I always feel so awkward.  


Like there's a big spotlight on CJ and my face and everybody's watching The Gay Homosexual Not Married Show.

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Internalized homophobia is such a bitch.


Do you feel that way when you go home with your girlfriend? 


Like you're being judged in a completely unflattering florescent light? 

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I do.  I can't relax.  I can't behave normally.  


I monitor my actions: too much touching? Can we kiss in the kitchen?  Is it OK to sit on the floor, between CJ's legs, if she's sitting on the big cushy chair above me while watching A Christmas Story with her family?  
Between the legs could be read in too many ways.  
Better not risk it.

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And then, around Day Two, just as I've resigned myself to being the genderless and sexless weird houseguest who doesn't know where to put her hands and seems to hang around CJ an awful lot, I'll see one of her married siblings playfully wrestling with her spouse. 


Say, getting pulled onto her husband's lap in a fight over the Lay-Z-Boy. 

And then the anger hits. 


I'll sit there thinking, "Here they are, sitting on each other's laps without a second thought about whether someone in the family might find that 'inappropriate.' I bet they've never given their heterosexist entitlement even the briefest fleeting thought. They get to be themselves, their whole selves - sexual, gender-encompassing, loving, human selves- all the time, with their God-sanctioned partners, in front of their family, all the time. Isn't that fucking nice."


And that's not a healthy thing to be thinking. 
Christmas is not about rage.

Is it like this for y'allfags? 


I mean, I'm actually really lucky. 

CJ's family is welcoming.  They're nice to me, even though I lurk awkwardly in the kitchen, going, "Can I, um, help with anything?"


I can't even imagine doing Christmas where the family actually hated gays.

[via hellogirls]

Jesus.  
We leave for Montevideo tomorrow.

What are the holidays like for you?