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I just went out to a lovely dinner with my mom at the local diner.
While there, I decided I might as well bond a little, so I asked her if she wanted to read one of the stories I'd written. She said yes, as long as it's not too long, and I pointed her to a short, relatively PG story. I guided her through the characters of the show, and told her about fanfiction. She read the story, and commented that I was a good writer. It was obvious that she didn't really *get* it, but she was mildly supportive. At least she wasn't telling me it was a waste of time.
We moved on, after we got our dinners, a chicken caesar salad for me and a hot turkey sandwich for her. Midway through our munching, she says, and I quote, "So you took these characters out of the show," (slight pause here, where I expect she's starting to get it, that I write about these guys and such) "and you made them gay."
Salad, meet face.
Yeah, mom, that's what I did.
*smooches to all*
While there, I decided I might as well bond a little, so I asked her if she wanted to read one of the stories I'd written. She said yes, as long as it's not too long, and I pointed her to a short, relatively PG story. I guided her through the characters of the show, and told her about fanfiction. She read the story, and commented that I was a good writer. It was obvious that she didn't really *get* it, but she was mildly supportive. At least she wasn't telling me it was a waste of time.
We moved on, after we got our dinners, a chicken caesar salad for me and a hot turkey sandwich for her. Midway through our munching, she says, and I quote, "So you took these characters out of the show," (slight pause here, where I expect she's starting to get it, that I write about these guys and such) "and you made them gay."
Salad, meet face.
Yeah, mom, that's what I did.
*smooches to all*
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As it is, I get my fair share of odd looks directed my way every day. After that, I'd be surprised if my mom ever considered me sane again! *g*