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«  Sat.12.23.2000  »
10:12 pm EST        20°F (-7°C) in Dearborn
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As you can see from the weather update above, my move back to my parents' home in Dearborn has been mostly completed. I have everything that is absolutely vital to my survival here; a few miscellaneous items remain in my room. I will return to retrieve these, both over the holidays and in January.

The holidays are bound to get boring around here, so within the next couple weeks or so, I will be making some changes in the way my visitors interact with the page. I haven't yet decided if the Feedback section will be toasted or not; I'm trying to determine if my planned change — some kind of a contact page from which you can send me e-mail — would conflict with the Feedback section or not. My gut feeling is that it won't, but I'm going to analyze things carefully and make sure I don't create a completely redundant section.

As for life with my parents, I know that it's going to be a war every day, but I think I'll come out fine. If they had their druthers, they would control my every move and thought until the day they died; well, they're not going to get their way all the time. At the very longest, I will only be here through mid- to late April; it could be a shorter time than that, but I'm just going to see what kind of job I can get.

While I'm on the anti-parents kick, my mother said one of the most absurd things I'd ever heard to me at dinner this evening. I asked her if she'd been making any efforts to better understand what being gay is like, and she replied, "Larry, I understand you better than you understand yourself." Apparently to her, I'm either too naïve to know myself at almost 21, or I'm just desperate for attention by having come out to her. I mean, I trusted her enough to do that, and she apparently can't see that through her own homophobia. I'm just going to have to work on her ...

Then again, I suppose my parents' homophobia isn't surprising. I can't remember any remotely sexual topic ever coming up in family conversations; it was a topic that nobody dared broach. Even the "birds and bees" talk that I got from my father at about the age of 12 consisted mostly of, "Don't go out and get some girl pregnant." Well, he doesn't have to worry about that.

Furthermore, I can't even update this page at a normal hour without the constant threat of invasion of my privacy. It's taken me nearly two hours to write this for precisely that reason. Damn it, I can't wait until I can get the hell out of here ...