I told my mum that I’d been considering a relationship with a woman some time ago. I finally found the perfect moment to gauge her reaction.
She took the “news” (the ship had sailed a few months ago, really) quite well, which makes me optimistic about the future. She was also surprised by my appreciation of women, despite the fact that I had already come out to her; twice.
Nothing can explain my perplexing love for the music played on a hurdy-gurdy.
Or the absurd name the instrument bears in English.
Browsing through the various Polish Internet fora, including those frequented by young mothers, I found out that a great many people in my country find breastfeeding in public, and I quote, “disgusting, obscene, something intimate that should be avoided as long as there is no emergency.” Mothers are often advised to “at least cover with your blouse, a light shawl, or a diaper.”
This has made me realise two important things:
1. I don’t understand.
2. I’ve been living a lie.
Firs of all, why would you even stare at a woman who’s nursing her child?
It’s either Keats or Shelley, but I’ll be lurking at the back of the room anyway. My time will come with the advent of T.S. Eliot.
There is, however, a strong possibility I’ll be asked to take care of the ‘kittens’ for the last 15 minutes of class.
Yes, hand over the young, washable brains, professor, give them all to ME!
Brains, yummm~ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧