what a weekend
I’m not certain yet if my fears about visiting my father for the weekend were founded or not.
For the most part, it was a normal visit – we sat in awkward silence a good chunk of time and went out to restaurants. Then there were the other moments, the times that we talked… and well… here’s a sampling of some of the questions my step mother asked me.
How do lesbians have sex? (at this question, my dad got up and walked out of the room)
Do you fondle breasts?
Would you like to fondle breasts?
Is oral sex sex?
How do you feel about fornication?
Do all lesbians have short hair?
(regretfully showed her a picture of someone I’m seeing)
Oh, honey, why would she be interested in *you*?
Why would you be interested in someone feminine?
Who holds the door open for whom?
Are you the man?
Are you attracted to me?
Then, there was another time when I was introduced to someone:
“This is our lesbian daughter”
I waited for an uncomfortable few seconds, extended my hand and said “Hi, I’m Marissa”
That sums up my weekend.