Seriously, screw 'When are you going to find a man and get married and have some children?'. In my life, it's 'I know this nice young man you can marry and have children with'.
See in my case they're convinced that my being a lesbian is a phase. So they don't dare try the 'subtle' tact of 'I know this nice young man'. It's a bit harsher with 'When are you going to give up this rebellion and settle down. You were always the smart one, don't you know this is just a phase?!'
Luckily, I have a couple gay relatives who've gone before. And I know how to do the quiet let them talk bit. Because I know in a couple of years they'll just stop talking about. Though if they ever get 'modern', I probably won't hear the end of 'But with a sperm bank you can have children!'
That'd be a whole other fight, about why I don't want to have children and what's wrong with me.
Oh and about my curfew? My father was so bizzarely popular that I realized way after the fact that there were people keeping an eye on me for him. From cab drivers to people sleeping in the parks.
We were walking past a bar once and the bar-owner shouted out 'Hello Willow's Father' - well y'know his last name. And then told the rest of the bar how they weren't to get fresh with his daughter or niece (my cousin was also walking with us). And all the people in the bar knew him.
It was then I realized that even though I had a curfew, I was being watched. It was so fricking weird.
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See in my case they're convinced that my being a lesbian is a phase. So they don't dare try the 'subtle' tact of 'I know this nice young man'. It's a bit harsher with 'When are you going to give up this rebellion and settle down. You were always the smart one, don't you know this is just a phase?!'
Luckily, I have a couple gay relatives who've gone before. And I know how to do the quiet let them talk bit. Because I know in a couple of years they'll just stop talking about. Though if they ever get 'modern', I probably won't hear the end of 'But with a sperm bank you can have children!'
That'd be a whole other fight, about why I don't want to have children and what's wrong with me.
Oh and about my curfew? My father was so bizzarely popular that I realized way after the fact that there were people keeping an eye on me for him. From cab drivers to people sleeping in the parks.
We were walking past a bar once and the bar-owner shouted out 'Hello Willow's Father' - well y'know his last name. And then told the rest of the bar how they weren't to get fresh with his daughter or niece (my cousin was also walking with us). And all the people in the bar knew him.
It was then I realized that even though I had a curfew, I was being watched. It was so fricking weird.