Well, I had a foot stomping tantrum today. It was embarrassing and I felt immensely childish. Let me tell you about my week and try to justify my little spat.
On Sunday I posted about my bisexuality. I got so much love from it. I had friends tell me they love me, that I was brave, that they had already guessed or assumed. I even got an invitation from Commissioner James Condon, leader of the Salvation Army in NSW, QLD and ACT in Australia, to come to his office and chat about my journey. He told me about the wonderful conversation the world leaders of the Salvos are having in order to move forward towards equal rights. It’s a complicated issue, but the first steps have been made and I hope it won’t take too long for the whole organisation to fully support gay rights AND gay marriage.
I also had some negative blowback from it. I won’t go too much into it because some of the people who have been negative about this are close to me, and I don’t want this issue becoming bigger and more painful than it is. All I can say is that I am hurting and keep forgetting to eat.
Work has also been crazy. There has been some miscommunication, a bit of pressure to hurry up with some stuff at work, and having to juggle my jobs.
So when my beautiful, amazing, wonderful girlfriend said she would prefer to not hang out so she could do uni work and recover from a cold, I stomped my foot and said a swear word. And then I felt very embarrassed.