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Mar. 23rd, 2014 11:47 amThings are... not perfect. Not great. but they're somehow or other somewhat better than they were. I'll take what I can get.
I have a grey ring. It's tungsten carbide, charcoal grey in the middle and more silvery at the edges. It's got lovely forty-five degree downward slants at each outer edge, and it's very much distinguishable from black. the original ring I bought didn't fit - too small - and though I tried to make it work, I finally gave in and exchanged it for a larger size. the jeweler I bought it from was a sweetheart about it and allowed a one-time switch, and the correctly-sized ring showed up yesterday. It's now on the middle finger of my right hand. Hello visible orientation symbol! :)
speaking of orientation symbols, in the course of picking up the ring in question, I wound up coming out in full to my mother. I was expecting a bad or hurtful (or both, but mostly the latter) reaction, but to my surprise... and I find myself both pleased and suddenly with no need for this argument I've been constructing in my head for months... she hardly batted an eye. she now knows the whole thing, romantic homosensual grey-bisexual, if not in those terms and with plain definitions included... and she accepted it. I asked her if she was surprised, half-jokingly, and she said no, she really wasn't surprised at all. I'm... not really sure how to feel about that. Pleased, sure, because she gets part of me. but on the other hand... she gets part of me.
I don't think her initial reaction ten years ago on my attempting to tell her I was bi is ever going to not be hurtful. But this... this is a relief. and surprising. and just a little vindicating, even though I really shouldn't feel quite that way. See? It wasn't just a phase. Mostly a surprising relief, though.
In completely unrelated news, I have a planter that will soon be filled with either radishes or carrots, I haven't decided which. I'm also slowly working on another orange!verse story. It'll hopefully be posted for sponsorship soonish, though I'll warn in advance that there's a lot of both internalized and external trans* panic and transphobia involved in it. It involves a recurring character, if that matters to folks.
anyway. I have a sinkful of dishes and a planter to fill with seedlings. Off for a bit. Still here, though. :)
I have a grey ring. It's tungsten carbide, charcoal grey in the middle and more silvery at the edges. It's got lovely forty-five degree downward slants at each outer edge, and it's very much distinguishable from black. the original ring I bought didn't fit - too small - and though I tried to make it work, I finally gave in and exchanged it for a larger size. the jeweler I bought it from was a sweetheart about it and allowed a one-time switch, and the correctly-sized ring showed up yesterday. It's now on the middle finger of my right hand. Hello visible orientation symbol! :)
speaking of orientation symbols, in the course of picking up the ring in question, I wound up coming out in full to my mother. I was expecting a bad or hurtful (or both, but mostly the latter) reaction, but to my surprise... and I find myself both pleased and suddenly with no need for this argument I've been constructing in my head for months... she hardly batted an eye. she now knows the whole thing, romantic homosensual grey-bisexual, if not in those terms and with plain definitions included... and she accepted it. I asked her if she was surprised, half-jokingly, and she said no, she really wasn't surprised at all. I'm... not really sure how to feel about that. Pleased, sure, because she gets part of me. but on the other hand... she gets part of me.
I don't think her initial reaction ten years ago on my attempting to tell her I was bi is ever going to not be hurtful. But this... this is a relief. and surprising. and just a little vindicating, even though I really shouldn't feel quite that way. See? It wasn't just a phase. Mostly a surprising relief, though.
In completely unrelated news, I have a planter that will soon be filled with either radishes or carrots, I haven't decided which. I'm also slowly working on another orange!verse story. It'll hopefully be posted for sponsorship soonish, though I'll warn in advance that there's a lot of both internalized and external trans* panic and transphobia involved in it. It involves a recurring character, if that matters to folks.
anyway. I have a sinkful of dishes and a planter to fill with seedlings. Off for a bit. Still here, though. :)
