If my mother tells me one more time, "Rollie, why can't you fucking act like a girl for once?" I am going to fucking pack my bags and leave, I don't care what happens.
Why does it bother so much that I don't wear skirts or dresses? That I like my hair super-short, and in fact want to shave it off? That I want a nose ring? That I hate carrying purses, and would rather just put everything in the pocket of my jeans? That I like the colors blue and black rather than pink and lavender? That I prefer plaid, spikes, and Hello Kitty to taffeta, lace, and ribbons?
Oh, I know why. Because she can't stand the idea that I, her only biological child, am different. That I'm bisexual, that I prefer writing and playing guitar, that I will never be interested in volleyball or piano. She's already forced me into eleven fucking years of piano! That's all but three years of my life!
Rollie Tamale's blog
Rant/venting subject: stupid parents and gender stereotypes
Anti-social, yet lonely?
Okay, so people often think I'm anti-social. But honestly, it's because I'm a person all about extremes. In other words, I either talk nonstop or hardly talk at all, depending on the situation. Most people only see the hardly-talking part of me. Not to say I don't stand up for what I believe in, because I do. I think it's really important to do so.
Still, I always figured I could get along well enough without a lot of people in my life. Which I kinda have to do now, as I work around 40 hours a week along with doing volunteer work. And I recently had a big fight with my best guy friend and also crush, and I don't think he and I will be talking much anymore. I'm not meaning to complain here, just kind of thinking about this all. The only person I really see anymore outside of work is my mother, and she and I don't really talk, other than yelling at each other. It's pretty lonely sometimes.
