After all the dancing...
Feb. 10th, 2007 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lupestripeBeen quite bipolar this week for some reason - the week after the Full Moon is often the most difficult in a month for me. It has been difficult at times though but then also rewarding. I guess confronting all my demons was never going to be easy.
I guess the big news was Tuesday when I finally told my dad I was bi. It just got to the stage where I was starting to cover it up (you'd have thought I would be an expert in that considering the last ten years) and I feared he suspected. It was one of those things that was far better than I expected - he just said "yeah whatever makes you happy" which was sweet. Just my mother to tell now. I think that'll be done Wednesday.
I don't think alcohol is helping my moods (he says, sipping on a Staropramen) as the last week has been pretty heavy. Saw England's pisspoor national football team lose to Spain on Wednesday whilst drinking continental beer and was out in Northallerton last night drinking, well, everything that was on the table really. Anyway I didn't get home until 1.30 this afternoon and woke up in a house six miles from where I live so all's good. Apparently I was random and scaring people I'd never met before - they seemed nice from what I remember. Suffice to say the diet's gone to pot now - I'll recover it next week - losing a stone in two months did wonders for my self-belief - I need a a little bit of that right now.
Still my brother's coming round soon - a surprise visit from London. Can't wait to see him - haven't seen him since Christmas so something exciting there. Don't know what we'll do but I may try and drag beer into the mix. Hehe. Beyond that still plodding on - as confused and disorientated as usual but generally starting to accept myself. The journey's not complete yet - I just hope I can recapture some of my earlier positivity.
I guess the big news was Tuesday when I finally told my dad I was bi. It just got to the stage where I was starting to cover it up (you'd have thought I would be an expert in that considering the last ten years) and I feared he suspected. It was one of those things that was far better than I expected - he just said "yeah whatever makes you happy" which was sweet. Just my mother to tell now. I think that'll be done Wednesday.
I don't think alcohol is helping my moods (he says, sipping on a Staropramen) as the last week has been pretty heavy. Saw England's pisspoor national football team lose to Spain on Wednesday whilst drinking continental beer and was out in Northallerton last night drinking, well, everything that was on the table really. Anyway I didn't get home until 1.30 this afternoon and woke up in a house six miles from where I live so all's good. Apparently I was random and scaring people I'd never met before - they seemed nice from what I remember. Suffice to say the diet's gone to pot now - I'll recover it next week - losing a stone in two months did wonders for my self-belief - I need a a little bit of that right now.
Still my brother's coming round soon - a surprise visit from London. Can't wait to see him - haven't seen him since Christmas so something exciting there. Don't know what we'll do but I may try and drag beer into the mix. Hehe. Beyond that still plodding on - as confused and disorientated as usual but generally starting to accept myself. The journey's not complete yet - I just hope I can recapture some of my earlier positivity.
