Muffily yours.

After almost a year of sneaky smiles everytime I said I was going out with SF (again), and recently the comment that I "listen to SF a lot" (well, if it's sound advice, why not), Mum finally 'came out' and asked point-blank if I was doing the lesbian thing with SF.

W.A.H.L.A.U.

When my man-crazy pet asked me that (she wasn't joking), I had brushed it off as the loose-screw musings of an 'unopened package'. (And if she doesn't get laid by Christmas, I'm going to get her a dildo.)

Come on...it's only been ONE YEAR. It's not long enough for me to change my sexual preferences, right? Nor have I lost faith in men in spite of recent events, and my being partial to the phrase "all men are bastards" is merely a statement of fact, nothing more, nothing less. Heh. (And I still hope to find The One.) Anyway, I'm not about to pounce on the nearest available male just to be able to hang around the opposite sex. And when you just want to have some FRIENDLY companionship, it's less complicated with your own kind, especially when you are single and available (and ahem, desirable -- well, at least to some people).

I guess mum is too used to me living my past 6 years as Sean's conjoined twin.