"Because I'm a lesbian" or "I have a girlfriend" should be a nice shocking response - and true in many cases!
If older relatives ask, I shrug and try to avoid answering. If its someone my age who has no business knowing my sexual orientation, I often say I haven't found the right person, or I don't have time for a relationship.
p.s. there are many celibate people in relationships. I'm catholic - i should know! =P p.p.s. they're all queer in denial p.p.p.s. I'm only half kidding about that.
"Because I'm a lesbian" or "I have a girlfriend" should be a nice shocking response
Actually, it's been my experience that that's the response certain family members and accquaintances are expecting in the "What? You're Thirty and you don't/haven't had a boyfriend/long-term partner. What's wrong with you!!!" vein.
Generally, I go for the shrug and pained smile "haven't met the right guy" routine. It's easier than going through the lingering childhood-from-heck, shy, romantic-marshmallow, "no, really, I haven't met the right person" explaination.
Hee. I was bored this aft., and therefore predicted the following conversation with a minimum of one person at an upcoming school... thing.
Sample predicted conversation, possibly edited a little to include interpretive body language: (whimcomic) stands near the bar, ordering one round of something inoffensively cocktail-ish. Someone dressed far too expensivly for their age and presumptive job status starts conversation, because (whimcomic) is a former classmate and, well, you're in line, it's rude not to. "So... How's school going?" "Oh, good. You? What program are you in again?" "Kinesiology! It's really fun. I'm no longer worried about cloning, because I and all others in my program look and squeak exactly alike! Um... how's your boyfriend?" "Er. Curiously enough, I don't have one - that's life, eh? Is yours doing well?" "Oh, that's too bad. We're great! He's tall and really well-dressed and something something something" "Listening noises" "Sooooo... is it true you're a raging dyke? Because I feel totally, like, awkward talking to you, and stuff. Your clothes are weird." ".... If you need me, I think I'll be over there in the corner, (trying to disguise the fact that I can barely afford to eat for the rest of the year, much less go shopping, and that my loathing for you is about to boil over into outrage and further embarrassment, the likes of which have not been seen since grade seven)." "Whoa. What bit your face off? Hee hee hee!"
yeahhh... i don't wanna go to my high school reunion if they'll start prying.
i'm still quite young (turning 23 in January) so my parents have only just begun to worry about my future and how a husband will fit in. But i have a feeling it will catch up with me eventually.
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Date: 2003-12-10 10:36 am (UTC)If older relatives ask, I shrug and try to avoid answering. If its someone my age who has no business knowing my sexual orientation, I often say I haven't found the right person, or I don't have time for a relationship.
p.s. there are many celibate people in relationships. I'm catholic - i should know! =P
p.p.s. they're all queer in denial
p.p.p.s. I'm only half kidding about that.
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Date: 2003-12-10 11:12 am (UTC)Actually, it's been my experience that that's the response certain family members and accquaintances are expecting in the "What? You're Thirty and you don't/haven't had a boyfriend/long-term partner. What's wrong with you!!!" vein.
Generally, I go for the shrug and pained smile "haven't met the right guy" routine. It's easier than going through the lingering childhood-from-heck, shy, romantic-marshmallow, "no, really, I haven't met the right person" explaination.
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Date: 2003-12-10 12:07 pm (UTC)Sample predicted conversation, possibly edited a little to include interpretive body language:
(whimcomic) stands near the bar, ordering one round of something inoffensively cocktail-ish. Someone dressed far too expensivly for their age and presumptive job status starts conversation, because (whimcomic) is a former classmate and, well, you're in line, it's rude not to.
"So... How's school going?"
"Oh, good. You? What program are you in again?"
"Kinesiology! It's really fun. I'm no longer worried about cloning, because I and all others in my program look and squeak exactly alike! Um... how's your boyfriend?"
"Er. Curiously enough, I don't have one - that's life, eh? Is yours doing well?"
"Oh, that's too bad. We're great! He's tall and really well-dressed and something something something"
"Listening noises"
"Sooooo... is it true you're a raging dyke? Because I feel totally, like, awkward talking to you, and stuff. Your clothes are weird."
".... If you need me, I think I'll be over there in the corner, (trying to disguise the fact that I can barely afford to eat for the rest of the year, much less go shopping, and that my loathing for you is about to boil over into outrage and further embarrassment, the likes of which have not been seen since grade seven)."
"Whoa. What bit your face off? Hee hee hee!"
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Date: 2003-12-10 12:48 pm (UTC)yeahhh... i don't wanna go to my high school reunion if they'll start prying.
i'm still quite young (turning 23 in January) so my parents have only just begun to worry about my future and how a husband will fit in. But i have a feeling it will catch up with me eventually.
gotta go find myself a fake boyfriend...