Going live . . .
Sep. 3rd, 2009 09:07 pmTomorrow at work that is.
Aside from that: my dear father seems to be trying to patch things between me and my sisters. It's not really like I don't talk to them exactly. I just havent spoken to them for a while. One sister because I keep forgetting and one because she has crossed a line for me.
A while ago my pregnant nice sister was rather rushed into hospital with liver problems. Three days later on the sunday I phone her none the wiser as to what has happened. My other sister apparently didn't bother to tell me in the first place (she'd taken it upon herself to inform the family) and then when I did phone for information she hung her mobile phone up before answering it and never called me back. So I feel she's crossed a line and doesn't desire me making the effort any longer. If she wants to hear me she can bloody well phone me rather than wait for me to phone her.
My sisters make me feel like a freak, even without knowing that I'm trans, and make no effort to include me. At family get togethers my whole bloody family (they're all older than me) talk about owning houses and babies. No one will talk about anything that I can be included about except the generation above me. It's been a near bloody decade of weddings, house buying, house renovation and babies! I don't own my house, can't afford to buy, don't want babies and don't feel there's any point in a wedding if the state might make me divorce in a few years time because two men can't be married. I lead a very interesting life. I do interesting things, in an interesting part of the world, and yet my sisters and cousins have no interest in any of that because I can't talk houses and babies. And I have enough self-esteem to know I can't be doing with that. But not enough that my father's efforts don't make me cry. My girlfriend tells me not to be too hasty in cutting any of my family out, but they don't exactly cut me in in the first place. So pet: I'll swap two sisters, nephews, included for your brother. At least me and him find things to talk about.
Aside from that: my dear father seems to be trying to patch things between me and my sisters. It's not really like I don't talk to them exactly. I just havent spoken to them for a while. One sister because I keep forgetting and one because she has crossed a line for me.
A while ago my pregnant nice sister was rather rushed into hospital with liver problems. Three days later on the sunday I phone her none the wiser as to what has happened. My other sister apparently didn't bother to tell me in the first place (she'd taken it upon herself to inform the family) and then when I did phone for information she hung her mobile phone up before answering it and never called me back. So I feel she's crossed a line and doesn't desire me making the effort any longer. If she wants to hear me she can bloody well phone me rather than wait for me to phone her.
My sisters make me feel like a freak, even without knowing that I'm trans, and make no effort to include me. At family get togethers my whole bloody family (they're all older than me) talk about owning houses and babies. No one will talk about anything that I can be included about except the generation above me. It's been a near bloody decade of weddings, house buying, house renovation and babies! I don't own my house, can't afford to buy, don't want babies and don't feel there's any point in a wedding if the state might make me divorce in a few years time because two men can't be married. I lead a very interesting life. I do interesting things, in an interesting part of the world, and yet my sisters and cousins have no interest in any of that because I can't talk houses and babies. And I have enough self-esteem to know I can't be doing with that. But not enough that my father's efforts don't make me cry. My girlfriend tells me not to be too hasty in cutting any of my family out, but they don't exactly cut me in in the first place. So pet: I'll swap two sisters, nephews, included for your brother. At least me and him find things to talk about.