I "woke up" this morning at around 7:30am. I put those words in quotations because this air mattress that I'm sleeping on is not the most comfortable thing in the world. So I tossed and turned. And tossed some more. I'm sure you can figure out that I didn't get much sleep. But that's fine. I had the chance to listen to the apartment and get familiar with the noises that go on at night. I enjoy listening to the rumble of the subway outside the window. It's comforting somehow. Anyway, when I woke up, my cousin was wide-eyed and bushy tailed right beside me. The apartment essentially deserted except for the two of us and my aunts. All the boys had gotten up and left.
She insisted we play video games. So first, we played a bunch of mini-games on Super Mario Bros. She won. Every time. Which seemed to make her happy, so I didn't much mind. Then, we ate cereal. I must tell you that almost immediately after taking the milk out of the fridge it got warm. Not intolerably warm, just warmer than one would prefer their milk to be at 8am. Upon finishing our cereal, my cousin decided that we just HAD to watch videos on YouTube.Watching videos on YouTube with an eleven-year-old girl is...highly un-entertaining. But, she was having fun. All the while, I was trying whole-heartedly to read my book. This, baffles them to no end. They just can't seem to understand why I would prefer reading than watching TV of movies on Netflix. They just don't get it. To her credit, she did try to read with me, for about....ten minutes. Then she deemed it a boring activity and went back to watching videos. She insisted that I watch the Single Ladies music video backwards because it has a "satanic" message that was put in there by the "Illuminati".
First of all, the actual definition of "Illuminati"
capitalized : any of various groups claiming special religious enlightenment
2
: persons who are or who claim to be unusually enlightened
(Websters.com)
My cousin seems to think that it is a conspiracy cult that orchestrated the 9/11 bombings, the Economy, and other weird bat-shit crazy ideas. I tried to tell her, but she's eleven. So...
Anyway, eventually she did leave me alone to read my book in relative peace. The boys swept in and out of the house periodically, but eventually they all retired to what I've deemed "the boy room" and played Xbox. the youngest of the boys sat in the living room and played Call of Duty 3 and Assassin's Creed on the PS3. He's an alright player.
I got pretty far in my book. I didn't go outside, and I might not tomorrow. But I must. I have fully charged my camera and thusly, I am ready to take pictures. My Aunts are dismayed that I want to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. But I've always wanted to go, and last time I was out here The kids were too young. It never would have kept their interest. Now though, they don't even have to go. I haven't gathered up the balls to ask about the Museum of Sex, but after tonight, I just might.
My aunt told me about her latest boyfriend and his sizable...manhood. I was first startled that she would even think to talk to me about something like that. Me! One of the kids! But it didn't take very long for me to remember that I'm a grown woman in their eyes now. And they can talk to me about whatever they please. Which I still find slightly startling and...endearing. I feel more respected now. As an individual. Which is good. That's what I came for.
My lesson: Don't be afraid to be yourself. Others will respect you more for it.
Now, at 1:05am, everyone is pretty much asleep, or retired to their rooms. My cousin is passed out on the bed next to me. I still can't fathom why she would want to sleep on this air mattress when she had a perfectly comfortable bed just a few steps away.
One other thing. So far, my eldest cousin and my youngest cousin are the only two who know about my sexual identity. Now of course, they asked, and I am not shy to tell. I am confident in myself in that area. MY youngest cousin, though disbelieving and confused, was far more accepting and tolerable than my eldest. He was surprisingly harsh and critical. To the point that I might have been offended if I wasn't so passive.He told me he planned to "change that", and how it "ain't right for no woman to look at no woman." Personally, I don't see how one can be so very close-minded. And if one does insist on being that way, then they should keep it to themselves. I didn't tell him he had to be bisexual, only that I was, and that I was in a committed relationship with a woman.Fortunately, I have already come out to the family members and friends whose critiques I would be harmed by. So, I am virtually unaffected by his rudeness. However unintended it may or may not have been.
Well, I think that's all. Tomorrow, I'll try to snap some pictures of my surroundings. I can't say if I'll post them or not, but maybe. If I'm not tired. Ha ha ha! Me. Tired. That's rich.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S.: I miss my Sweetness SO terribly.