This is as short as you’re going to get.
My name is Jennifer. Jen for short. The only person who ever escaped alive from calling me Jenny was my 6th grade advanced curriculum teacher (and that was because I finally gave up). I was born in a midwest American town to a school psychologist and a college graduate of the dying trade of home economics. My two younger sisters were born when I was 4 and 8, respectively. They were—and are still—some of the most amazing, brilliant, almost sickeningly talented women I know.
My parents went through a complete 180 during my rearing; at first my mother was the indulgent one, and my father the authoritarian, and one day they seemed to wake up to a new way of looking at things. Not that I minded. As we grew to a schoolin’ age, Mom would bring home arts and crafts, make homemade lasagna and teach us how to bake and paint and rollerskate. Dad would read trivia books aloud to us, bring us photos from the Hubble telescope, encourage us to think outside the box of what we learned in church or school.
My education, especially high school, was sort of a love-hate experience. I was homeschooled until I was 7, and I skipped the first grade, so I was always a year and a half behind all the other kids. Got me a hardy lifelong complex from that. Went to a performing arts high school. Caught the theatre bug, bad. Discovered fandom (and the epic relationships therein). Lost friends I’d known most of my life when I found out they weren’t real great people to begin with. Replaced ‘em with a few that wedged their way into my heart for keeps, after I had an epiphany during lunch hour one day junior year.
“Hey guys?” I remember saying directly into my plate of french fries.
“I think I might be a lesbian.”
Without missing a beat, B. raises her eyebrow and replies, “Really?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Can’t ask for a better reception than that.
University numero uno turned out to have only three good things about it: my dear friend Ari, Ani DiFranco, and Lesbian Pool Night. Everything else was utter shite. I didn’t meet a single other person I fit in with, the classes were early and often and colossal in enrollment, and at that point I was so addicted to World of Warcraft it was a wonder I wasn’t suffering from a vitamin D deficiency. It’s worth noting, also, that I had already met and properly seduced the woman I would eventually be shopping at IKEA with. But she lived 300 miles away, naturally tacking on another layer of depression. I digress, though (she deserves her own essay anyway).
After I discovered that perhaps spending my parents’ hard earned money to attend a school where the only things I hauled my despairing ass out of bed for were sandwiches was probably not the best idea ever, I came home.
When my brain came round to the idea of learnin’ again the next year, I moved to North Carolina to turn my long-distance relationship into a roll-over-and-say-‘hi!’ relationship. We lived in her parents’ house, I got myself a shiny Vespa, a seasonal job at GameStop that turned into a steady job at GameStop, and a half-finished college education (that yes, I do actually plan to continue).
The latter two led to my now flourishing geekery; up to and including: anime, tabletop games, action RPGs, LEGO structures, and my ever growing subconscious catalogue of pop culture references.
Nowadays, I live in a cosy little apartment with my better half of nearly five years, with a lifetime supply of ramen in the pantry, a dozen obscure graphic tees in the closet, and—best of all—a kitchen in which no one stares at me whilst I make toast. I have a promising future which feels like a long, drawn out Thursday night: the good part’s almost here, but I probably have to get some sleep first.
Chyeah. Like that’s ever going to happen.
(original writing challenge here.)
Not even gonna justify it with context. I’m just… gonna leave this here.
I let out a really unnatural sounding laugh when I saw that. DAT FACE.
(is so precious.)
You’re welcome. ;)
I actually did a doodle in pen on my hand at work today of that design now that I’ve gotten a chance to say it out loud. >.>”
You always ask the best questions. ;p