More shit about farm animals

Today is the day we talk about the one thing I've stuck to longer than anything else in my life, ever; VEGETARIANISM. Yes, everyone, that is right. I am not only a dyke but a vegetarian. Think of the humiliation my family must suffer when we go out to eat and I order a grilled cheese, or when I politely decline the steaks at family get-togethers (every get-together for the last six years). The agony they must feel.

At least they make it seem that way; I know that I have not eaten a meal with my father's family once since I became a vegetarian that didn't have a plea to eat meat or a threat resulting in forced meat consumption somewhere in it. Now really, family? They literally took my coming out of the closet better than they took the news that I was becoming a vegetarian; which in hindsight is amazing but also ridiculous -- they are so concerned with me eating meat that they're willing to look past the fact that I'm fucking a girl? Alright, whatever, I'm alright with that.

Just a few things that have been said to me within the last few weeks:

"I'll give you thirty dollars if you eat this chicken." What? You don't have a job.

"YOU HAVE TO EAT MEAT OR ELSE I'LL PUT IT IN YOUR FOOD AND YOU WON'T KNOW IT." Alright. Cool.

"It's not going to kill you." Au contraire, haven't you ever heard of mad cow disease?

Really any mixture of those things often with some guilt thrown in and maybe a little yelling if everyone's feeling exceptionally saucy that day.

First and Foremost

I'm hoping this will be the blog I keep up with. It's not really about anything aside from the trials of my life as an out lesbian. I'm young, in college, and not experimenting. I live in the smallest town in the shittiest midwestern state and being a proud dyke is not something people around here take very kindly to. But mostly it's just about how ridiculous my family is and how many ridiculous things I see on a daily basis.

Like today when I was on the interstate and saw a piglet crossing the road. This is not a joke. A piglet crossing the interstate. Welcome to my life.

I went to high school at a small school but a pretty liberal school. Most of the gay community at my school was out by 15 or 16 and while I was a vehement ally I was not out, or even aware of my sexual orientation, and wouldn't be until I had my first significant other/partner/girlfriend in college. Also, as a women's studies major (yes, I'm that kind of dyke) I am aware that 'girlfriend' is not particularly the proper vernacular but that's what I'm going to use from now on.

Anyway, today's post is about this theory I have about myself called "poor girl, rich girl." I have never dated someone of my own socioeconomic class (lower-middle) I have always dated people of a higher socioeconomic class than me, and for no reason whatsoever it's just what has always happened. I don't expect to be paid for, in fact, I hate it so it's not like I'm money hungry. So my theory is this -- as an intelligent lower-class person I am an asset to the more well to do for a couple of reasons; I am, as I said, intelligent (I'm by no means a genius) so it's easy for people to accept that fact that I am poor because I make up for it by being of a slightly higher intelligence than people 'expect' from my social class. I also have 'indie' interests meaning that I am willing to look into things people do not expect people from my social class to research or be interested in. Finally, I am no competition for things like money or nicest house or nicest car because I have none of those things!

I am aware that this may sound terrible, but if you only knew my exes you would agree with me. If you don't already.