I am a frustrated puppy tonight. I dragged my Christmas tree up from the basement and spent an age and a half putting it together (untangling wires and such). Only to discover that either there are burned out bulbs or I have no clue how to plug in a fake tree. Outsmarted by a plastic tree - that’s just not good for the ego. So, in order to give the brain a break, I’m watching ‘Velvet Goldmine’. Have to love the beautiful, bisexual, androgynous boys. Yum. I’m surprised I never watched it before. Some slash-fan I am.

In other, more amusing news, Dad called me earlier this week. I was out at Best Buy, attempting to buy an external harddrive in hopes that I could backup my laptop before it died. (Sadly, I don’t think I succeeded. I’m pretty sure the computer crashed before the backup finished every time. At least I had my stories and most of my pictures saved elsewhere as well so I don’t think I really lost much.) Since I was in the store, I didn’t answer. But his message freaked me out a bit - he sounded upset, and said he needed to update me on ‘the situation there’. Before I talked to him in person, my brother called. Apparently there was some drama going on in Roseanna’s family - and part of it came up around my blog.

It’s a very weird story, and one which only involves me peripherally. But it ended up making me laugh. It all started with Roseanna’s son, who is having a hard time. Arguments arose between Roseanna and her ex, which then ended up (unnecessarily) involving Roseanna’s daughter, V. V. and Roseanna argued, V was rude and then Dad got involved. He was defending Roseanna and V got pissed. She said, “Who are you to talk? Your daughter is a fucking dyke and is having group sex.” And on and on. Unfortunately that’s all the details of her commentary that he shared.

My eyeballs could have popped out of my head. I have no idea where she got that. Yes, she has access to my Myspace account where I say I’m bi… but I’ve never called myself a lesbian, or made any mention of group sex. Sadly. Tom and I joked about it. I said, “What am I supposed to do to keep busy while you spend all that time in China?” He laughed and told me to cover the living room with plastic wrap and lube and have a grand old time with whoever happened to come by. At least it would make for a good story.

Dad said he was mostly just calling to let me know that V is being weird, and also to reassure me that whatever I’m doing in my private life, he’s cool with it. Roseanna said she’s fine with it too - it’s not what she’d do, or something she believes in (I didn’t ask whether she meant bisexuality or group sex) but it’s my personal life and not her business. Which is all good. It really just cracked me up. Thinking that I’d care whether she considers me a dyke or whatever.

And anything I post on this blog I figure anyone can read. It’s public, not hidden. I’m not going to freak out if my family reads it.

Posted on December 5th, 2007 by Kat
Filed under: sexuality, Holidailies 2007, Dad, General