Genderist.
It's like sexist, but instead of discriminating against a gender, the individual is discriminating against both genders being outside the gender "box".
It is my new pet peeve.
My mother can not get it through her head that Brandon is my Best Friend, with those wonderful capital letters denoting he means more to me then I can rightfully describe with words, and that he understands me better then all of my other friends combined.
No offense to any of my other friends reading this. I love you, too. It's just not the same flavor of love.
I can trust him to be there for me no matter what. I can trust him to never judge me, no matter what. We have so much in common it's scary.
More then that, our relationship is "safe". He's like my Nakama (Brandon, as I'm sure you're reading this, it's a One Piece term I'll tell you about later). I'm not going to worry about anything about it. That's an achievement for me, I'm a worry-whore.
My mother can not get this through her head, and is mistaking my love for Brandon as romantic sort. After I got home from his house one of her questions was, "So, do you think he likes you?". This is after she has been informed he has a girlfriend he is completely besotted with, and that Brandon is my Best Friend. This makes me want to tear at my hair and tell her she's missing the point.
Gahasd;lfkjas.
^General noise of frustration.
This is a place where a couple of times a month (sometimes more) if I just have to rant... I have a place to do it. Be warned: I'm a queer teenager working on graduating High School and passing Community College all at the same time. You will encounter many things about sexuality, my robotics club, my family, and other things teenagers whine about. Some of it is pretty damn personal. Just so you're aware, and now you can't say you weren't warned.
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Sunday, April 11, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Still a Six
Okay, so, as much as I hate to admit it, I agree with one Miss Stephanie Meyer on a point. One point. A SINGLE point. But it is there none-the-less, and she does a good job of explaining it. So I'm going to reuse her philosophy to make MY point. Which is similar to hers.
Here I go.
Okay, in life, people are generally somewhere on a scale from 1 to 10. One is bat shit ugly, ten is drop dead gorgeous. The scale is some what tipped so most girls are between a five and an eight. Unfortunately, girls around eight through ten usually get the guy. That leaves most of us out.
I, myself, am somewhere around a five or a Six. Guys do not look in my direction, they're busy watching the tens.
But then I joined Robotics.
Now I am in a completely different pool. I have left the ocean to a smaller group of fish. There is still the same ratio of six's to tens... but the ratio of guys to girls is much larger. The guys in this pool have had less direct female contact. They don't off the bat notice I'm only a six, and get a chance to know me before they judge.
Which means some of them like me.
There's no sparks, but definitely some interest. And even more then that, they treat me like a cute girl. I'm not kidding. It's not, "Oh, another person." It's, "Hi Cee! Hug?"
So even though I'm still a six, I no longer have to live with the limitations of one. I am loving it.
Here I go.
Okay, in life, people are generally somewhere on a scale from 1 to 10. One is bat shit ugly, ten is drop dead gorgeous. The scale is some what tipped so most girls are between a five and an eight. Unfortunately, girls around eight through ten usually get the guy. That leaves most of us out.
I, myself, am somewhere around a five or a Six. Guys do not look in my direction, they're busy watching the tens.
But then I joined Robotics.
Now I am in a completely different pool. I have left the ocean to a smaller group of fish. There is still the same ratio of six's to tens... but the ratio of guys to girls is much larger. The guys in this pool have had less direct female contact. They don't off the bat notice I'm only a six, and get a chance to know me before they judge.
Which means some of them like me.
There's no sparks, but definitely some interest. And even more then that, they treat me like a cute girl. I'm not kidding. It's not, "Oh, another person." It's, "Hi Cee! Hug?"
So even though I'm still a six, I no longer have to live with the limitations of one. I am loving it.
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