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coming out to my mom was not nearly as difficult as to my dad, as per expectations. she just pulled my planner closer (there are pictures from detroit en la casa de
devon in it) and said 'this is her?' and also 'awwwww, baby. does it make you sad--?' and then of course it promptly did, and i put my head down on her favorite cookbook (also her elbow, but the cookbook is where the tears landed) for a brief little interlude, and she petted my hair, discovered the styling products in it and pronounced it spectacular in the sunlight, and listened to all the talk of finland without more than batting an eyelash, although she did say she worried about me in finland for a whole year, but cheered right up when i said that, if something went wrong, i could always come back. and now she and my dad want to know who it's okay to talk to about it and whether that includes
cuddlepint. er. because she's not exactly close-mouthed. ever. i came online briefly, while wrapping presents, but it appears i've got to leave again now, because the gay boys have arrived and are, as we speak, getting the house renovations tour. oh, and also, i slept nearly all day, i think. i just wish this headache would go away. ::shoos::
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