The Sweetest Thing
Over dinner tonight, Joyce asked every one of the Unholy Trinity for updates on our lives (having not seen us in over a year), and when it was my turn, she asked, "Have you been attracted to anybody in the past year?"
I replied in the affirmative.
"Which gender?"
"Um, female." (And they were even both called Anna.)
"So what's your -" and here she made quotation marks with her fingers "- orientation now?"
"Well, my answer is going to disappoint you -"
She interrupted, saying she didn't care what my answer would be - she wouldn't be disappointed.
"No, no," I corrected her, "I mean, you're going to be disappointed because I can't give you a straight (haha) answer."
"What do you mean - you don't know? Still confused?"
"I mean I don't care anymore. I don't want labels. I believe I should be attracted to a person regardless of, or despite, their gender."
I paused, and Joyce nodded. Then I added, "... but I don't like pricks much." I looked over at Germ, "No offense."
He shrugged. "I don't like pussies either."
Then Joyce announced, "Next time you like a guy, tell me, and I'll cut off his prick for you."
I stared at my old friend; I almost teared: I thought that was the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me.
And I cried, "Ohmygawd - Joyce! I love you! That's so sweet!"
We all laughed. (The boys can laugh because I can and will never be attracted to either of them.)
Later in the night, as we four walked to a cab stand, she reiterated her promise - with a slight amendment - "I will cut off any prick that threatens you."
Aww ... that is just the sweetest thing!
Joyce! I love you!
(00:41 SGT)
I replied in the affirmative.
"Which gender?"
"Um, female." (And they were even both called Anna.)
"So what's your -" and here she made quotation marks with her fingers "- orientation now?"
"Well, my answer is going to disappoint you -"
She interrupted, saying she didn't care what my answer would be - she wouldn't be disappointed.
"No, no," I corrected her, "I mean, you're going to be disappointed because I can't give you a straight (haha) answer."
"What do you mean - you don't know? Still confused?"
"I mean I don't care anymore. I don't want labels. I believe I should be attracted to a person regardless of, or despite, their gender."
I paused, and Joyce nodded. Then I added, "... but I don't like pricks much." I looked over at Germ, "No offense."
He shrugged. "I don't like pussies either."
Then Joyce announced, "Next time you like a guy, tell me, and I'll cut off his prick for you."
I stared at my old friend; I almost teared: I thought that was the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me.
And I cried, "Ohmygawd - Joyce! I love you! That's so sweet!"
We all laughed. (The boys can laugh because I can and will never be attracted to either of them.)
Later in the night, as we four walked to a cab stand, she reiterated her promise - with a slight amendment - "I will cut off any prick that threatens you."
Aww ... that is just the sweetest thing!
Joyce! I love you!
(00:41 SGT)
posted by s at 05:41
3 Comments:
Having read this page, i mean posts on the page, bout dreams and sembawang and all..I feel like having found a part of me that was lost, some years back, at aljunied (Kallang)...
..strange dreams and gossamer thoughts finds me..
*hugs* who ever u are..
hmmm... i'm reading between the lines here. or am i? :)
Φ: what a coincidence - i used to live around the Aljunied area.
spyda: you are.
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