Rant

I guess you could say it's been a weekend of gay. For some reason, I've had like 52745245 conversations about gay people, gay-themed shows, and gay marriage with my dad these past two weekends. He knows that I hate homophobia, and he denies being it, and yet every time someone mentioned the word "gay," he'd blanch and literally make a gag noise. Like, are you five years old? So when I finally brought it up at dinner while talking about the gay vampires on True Blood (which he watches, btw), he goes, "If you had seen them- the big guy all over the other one- you'd have done the same thing. It's disgusting. You would have done the same thing [meaning be disgusted]." And I just look at him and say, "No. I really wouldn't because I don't think that gays are disgusting. I'm not homophobic and I think it's great that there are gay people on such a widely watched show. So no dad, I wouldn't have been disgusted. The only thing I'm disgusted at is you."

Does that mean I disgust you, too, daddy?

In other news, I saw "Easy A" today and it only confirmed my love for Emma Stone. She's fucking gorgeous (especially when she wears the corsets).