“Is this why you wanted a queen size bed and put a lock on your door?"

i was sent this essay by a chick that reads my blog. i thought it was very honest/entertaining and i wanted to share it with you all. i think we can all relate!

click here to read her essay.

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here's an excerpt:

"A week earlier I had a conversation with my mom, a blond heavy-accented Swedish woman, that went something like: “I think I’m a lesbian,” to her nervously laughing and shaking her head like I was six years old and had just asked to paint the walls with my fingers. Not only did she not believe me, but the word “lesbian” to her sounds too much like the Swedish word “leskigt,” which means scary and weird. She started cooking dinner and insisted that I didn’t use that word again."