Adventuregrind

Dear straight parents:

Why do you hate my girlfriend so much; when you know we love each other? Why do you act like we are “too obsessed with each other” when we talk maybe 60% as much as my sister talks to her boyfriend? Why do you let my sister’s boyfriend sleep at our house, but when my girlfriend visited from out of town, you made her pay to stay at a hotel for 6 nights because you didn’t want her around my siblings? Why didn’t you let me at least stay at the hotel with her? Why did you forbid us from entering our house, and from meeting my siblings?

Why did you ask us to not hold hands or kiss when we walked around the neighborhood, “because there are kids around”? Why do you keep repeating over and over that you aren’t homophobic, and reminding me that your best friend in college was gay? Do you realize how cliché you sound, and how hurtful it is that you’d rather keep risking hurting your daughter than reassess your actions?

Why did you embarrass me in front of my therapist? Why did you laugh and say that you didn’t think I was actually gay, and I needed more “data points”? Why do you force me to come out to you over and over again, “I’m a lesbian. I don’t like boys. I’m going to marry a girl”?? Why do you bring up my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, and say that since I dated him, I couldn’t be gay? Do you know how much I regret dating a boy, and how scarred I am by the sexual things we did??

Why do you do those things? Why do you pull out thousands of dollars from my bank account because you’re “afraid of me running away”?? Why did you pull me out of college when you found out I was gay and clinically depressed from all the homophobic things you said? Is it because you love me? Because if you loved me, you would want to know what I needed, and you would’ve listened to me when I cried and cried and begged you to let me go to school. I don’t think people do these things to people they love. I should never have to prove myself worthy of my parents’ love.

Sincerely, Your lesbian daughter

why do people compare donald trump to a pig, like pigs are intelligent and kind animals they don’t deserve this

*Laminated paper wobbling sound*

“Dear Straight People” Written and Performed By: Denice Frohman All rights reserved to Denice Frohman, may not be transcribed, performed, copied, shared without written consent from author. © 2011.

Dear Straight People, Who do you think you are? Do you have to make it so obvious that I make you uncomfortable?  Why do I make you uncomfortable? Do you know that makes me uncomfortable? Now we’re both uncomfortable. Dear Straight People, You’re the reason we stay in the closet. You’re the reason we even have a closet. I don’t like closets, but you made the living room an unshared space and now I’m feeling like a guest in my own house. Dear Straight People, Sexuality and gender? Two different things  combined in many different ways. If you mismatch your socks, you understand. Dear Hip-Hop, Why are you fascinated with discovering gay rappers? Gay people rap. Just like gay people ride bikes and eat tofu. Dear Straight People, I don’t think God has a sexual orientation,  but if she were straight, she’d be a dope ally. Why else would she invent rainbows? Dear Straight Women, I mean, “Straight Women.”  Leave me the fuck alone! Dear Straight Men, If I’m flirting with you it’s because I think it’s funny. Just laugh. Dear Straight People, I’m tired of proving that my love is authentic. So I’m calling for reparations.  When did you realize you were straight? Who taught you? Did it happen because your parents are divorced? Did it happen because your parents are not divorced? Did it happen because you sniffed too much glue in 5th grade? Dear Straight People, Why do you have to stare at me when I’m holding my girlfriend’s hand like I’m about to rob you? Dear Straight People, You make me want to fuckin’ rob you! Dear Straight Allies,  thank you, more please! Dear Straight Bullies, You’re right. We don’t have the same values.  You kill everything that’s different. I preserve it. Tell me, what happened to  Jorge Mercado? Sakia Gunn? Lawrence King? What happened to the souls alienated in between too many high school walls, who planned the angels of their deaths in math class, who imagined their funerals as ticker-tape parades,  who thought the afterlife was more like an after party. Did you notice that hate is alive and well in too many lunch rooms, taught in the silence of too many teachers,  passed down like second hand clothing from too many parents. Dear Queer Young Girl,  I see you. You don’t want them to see you so you change the pronouns in your love poems to “him” instead of “her.”  I used to do that. Dear Straight People, You make young poets make bad edits. Dear Straight People, Kissing my girlfriend in public without looking to see who’s around  is a luxury I do not fully have yet. But tonight, I am drunk in my freedom, grab her hand on the busiest street in Philadelphia, zip my fingers into hers and press our lips firmly, until we melt their stares into a standing ovation, imagine that we are in a sea of smiling faces, even when we’re not and when we’re not, we start shoveling, digging deep into each other’s eyes we say, “Hey Baby, can’t nothing stop this tonight”  because tonight, this world is broken and we’re the only thing that’s going to keep it together.

dad: why are you drinking coffee at 10pm?

me: time is an illusion. once you realize that, you can transcend, and live in bliss

me: *takes sip*

me: also i have a 10 page paper due in the morning that i haven't started

Meadow

Life lessons I’m learning in my 20s: Communicate your feelings. If something feels wrong tell them. If something makes you feel off, tell them. Don’t bottle it up. You don’t deserve to feel that way and your feelings are valid. Those who matter will understand and adjust their behavior.