I have just returned from my three-day trip to Chicago. My mom, my sister, my mom's friend, her seven-year-old son, and Brittany all tagged along, and it was a great time, even though the kid is really obnoxious and spoiled because his mom is too exhausted by motherhood to be a decent mother. But for the most part Brittany and I did our own thing, away from the rest of them. My poor sister, who babysits the kid sometimes, was stuck with him usually, and he picked on her mercilessly. Yes, the trip would've been slightly less annoying without him.
But, y'know, I'm not about to let a bratty seven-year-old (I really dislike 99% percent of children, in case you didn't know) ruin an amazing vacation. We went to a science museum, a planetarium, Willis Tower (formerly known as Sears Tower), the aquarium, and Navy Pier. And it was awesome! But I would never dream of living in a big city. Chicago's streets in certain areas smell like sewage, there are people up your butt all the time, and there are homeless people begging for change everywhere. Brittany and I were standing outside of a pizza place and this hobo started pointing his fingers like guns at us and made shooting noises. So we went back inside.
I mean, Chicago's a cool place to visit every once in awhile, and I would absolutely love to go there for Pride, but to stay there any longer than a week would just wear on my nerves. A simple semi-country gal like myself couldn't handle it.
Brittany and I had a great time together. Thing is we had to share a bed in our hotel room and I thought it would be really uncomfortable but it wasn't. Except one night when we were sleeping facing each other she wrapped her leg around my legs and I was like oh sweet Jesus have mercy but other than that it wasn't a problem and it didn't seem to bother her one bit. So at least she's not the kind of girl who thinks that lesbians are horny sex predators who will try to get it whenever they can.
So I have no idea when we'll see each other next. I mentioned another trip to Six Flags with my dad in July. And I mentioned maybe cruising around town and the surrounding area looking for antique shops to look around in. But I don't know. I just really don't know.
On the topic of my father and his girlfriend, things have been looking up. His girlfriend sent me a text after getting my thank-you card in the mail. In it I wrote that I was sorry for dismissing her and never giving her a chance. In her text she said that all was well, that she was so glad to know that, that the past is in the past and we can finally move on. So on Father's Day when I came back to his house after my mom took us to our grandparents', I found him sitting on the porch with his girlfriend. So we all sat down and had a looong conversation that lasted three hours.
We talked about a lot of things. How my mom has spent six years of her life pitting me against my father and his girlfriend, how horribly intolerant her family is, my sexuality, my college situation, just everything really. And it was a really good talk. And a necessary one. His girlfriend and I are a lot more comfortable around each other and I see her in a new light. She's not the "other woman" anymore; she's a human being with a big heart. I'm so glad we've come to an understanding. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders, as the cliche goes.
Also, a topic for debate: When I told Brittany that the LGBT club at my college holds a gay prom, she claimed it was reverse discrimination since it discouraged straight students from attending. Do you agree with this? To be fair, if any school held a straight prom, a lot of people would probably be really pissed off. Why is it okay for the gay community to exclude themselves but not okay for heterosexuals to do the same? Is "heterophobia" a real problem? Are we encouraging a rift between straights and gays when we create clubs and social functions for us alone?