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Faith in Humanity = Restored
Jul. 24th, 2005 01:02 amI just got back from a late dinner with Jimmy, Isaac, and Casey. I thought it would be a weird grouping, what with Casey being my seventeen-year-old little-sister figure, and Isaac being my twenty-five-year-old best friend/elder-brother figure, but it was fun and the conversation was really pleasant.
I had, as always, conflicting urges when discussing Casey's love life.
The feminist in me wants to say that "slut" is a term that has no meaning, and that to be promiscuous is not necessarily "bad" or morally wrong, as long as everyone you're involved with knows what's up. The older-sister figure part of me wants to say, hypocritically, that sex is for legal adults, damnit, and so is kissing! And hand-holding! In fact, don't even look at boys!
I usually end up saying that I trust her to make good decisions (which I do, even though I sometimes wish I could make them for her), and then just trying to be as honest and open as I can as we talk. I think it's prolly the best thing. I'm terrified of what it'll be like when I've got kids of my own around that age.
Anyway, when Jimmy and I got back to the house, there was something going on next door. A something involving loud music. I was already bracing myself for something like a repeat of the distraught girls in the yard during Gay Prom, when a couple people came running up to talk to us before we got in the house. They turned out to be some of the organizers, and one of them (I believe she said her name was Laura) chatted with me for several minutes about the noise levels, and crowd control, etc. She was really polite, really solicitous, and generally concerned about making sure that they wouldn't be a nuisance. It was such a nice experience, and the first time anyone organizing an event next door has shown the least bit of concern.
It's been a lovely evening. I had a great time over dinner with three people I really care about. A really polite stranger expressed genuine concern for my comfort. It's been raining off and on all day. *happy sigh* I just really wanna hug people right now, y'know?
I had, as always, conflicting urges when discussing Casey's love life.
The feminist in me wants to say that "slut" is a term that has no meaning, and that to be promiscuous is not necessarily "bad" or morally wrong, as long as everyone you're involved with knows what's up. The older-sister figure part of me wants to say, hypocritically, that sex is for legal adults, damnit, and so is kissing! And hand-holding! In fact, don't even look at boys!
I usually end up saying that I trust her to make good decisions (which I do, even though I sometimes wish I could make them for her), and then just trying to be as honest and open as I can as we talk. I think it's prolly the best thing. I'm terrified of what it'll be like when I've got kids of my own around that age.
Anyway, when Jimmy and I got back to the house, there was something going on next door. A something involving loud music. I was already bracing myself for something like a repeat of the distraught girls in the yard during Gay Prom, when a couple people came running up to talk to us before we got in the house. They turned out to be some of the organizers, and one of them (I believe she said her name was Laura) chatted with me for several minutes about the noise levels, and crowd control, etc. She was really polite, really solicitous, and generally concerned about making sure that they wouldn't be a nuisance. It was such a nice experience, and the first time anyone organizing an event next door has shown the least bit of concern.
It's been a lovely evening. I had a great time over dinner with three people I really care about. A really polite stranger expressed genuine concern for my comfort. It's been raining off and on all day. *happy sigh* I just really wanna hug people right now, y'know?
