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Sorry if I shocked some of you with yesterday's journal entry. I suppose I could've put up a warning, but, then again, I don't really have a problem admitting I have sex. I suspect many of you (though not all) have sex too. I'm just a little tired of being coy about it - and, since Mom's not reading right now I'm sorta testing myself on how much I WOULD reveal in this journal, were she not a regular reader. It's not weird to have an entirely different set of standards for your mom (as compared to the rest of the world), right? Actually, I think this has a LOT to do with Mom - one of the things that drove me nuts while growing up was her saying, "What would the neighbors think?". It seemed any behavior that was not sanctioned by our neighbors was unethical, immoral and just plain wrongwrongwrong. And it's not like I grew up out here in the Bay Area; Midwestern neighbors are going to be much more conservative. And they're going to care about things like *who* you're sleeping with this week, and they're probably gonna think "less" of you for it. But I no longer live in the Midwest! Rejoice! David was telling me how the landlords at the places he's driven Mary Anne to on her apartment search in Salt Lake City Utah always assume that they're a couple. That, and her story about the woman assuming she had children have reminded me of how differently people look at things in other parts of the country. If a man and a woman were together out here, even looking at an apartment together, a spectator would probably not ASSUME they were a couple. They may guess, but they would probably not say anything to let on that that's what they thought. People in the Bay Area get together for many different reasons, and couples enjoy a greater freedom out here (ie, don't have to do everything together). And a woman in her twenties with children is the exception, it seems, not the norm. David and I took Kiera and Kaylei to a baseball game a few weeks ago and I didn't once get the sense that anyone assumed they were our kids. Of course, it helped that we were calling each other by our first names, ("Kaylei, hand this to David") and that the girls have lovely, olive complexions and smooth dark hair that probably wouldn't come from my Celtic looks or David's mass of light brown curls. So, Mom's coming out today. I just called her hotel, and she left this morning...I'm thinking she'll be here just in time for Morgan's (our intern) going-away party here at work. I AM excited about mom coming out. It's just going to be, well, a long 12 days. That's all. Have a chat with y'all later! | ||
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