scene between flinn and his mother, as recounted to me just now:
M: flinn, are you going out with anyone? you like someone?
F: no mum
M: are you gay, Flinn? because if you are, it's ok...
F: I'm in the middle of the bloody HSC, I don't have time to be gay!
M: flinn, are you going out with anyone? you like someone?
F: no mum
M: are you gay, Flinn? because if you are, it's ok...
F: I'm in the middle of the bloody HSC, I don't have time to be gay!
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Date: 2007-04-26 12:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-26 05:33 am (UTC)a) Everybody has time to be gay! It doesn't take that long. :P
b) I really need my parents to give me an opening like that. Even one not so explicit as "are you gay?", but one like "do you like anyone at the moment?" followed by a "what's she like" would do nicely.
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Date: 2007-04-26 06:10 am (UTC)a) only if you're visiting the downstairs toilets in Myers... :P
b) "what's she like?" - "well, he's got a really huge ****"
bet that'd go down wonderfully ;)
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Date: 2007-04-26 06:42 am (UTC)a) Hmmm.. I've not been there, as far as I know. I do, however, love that it's the "downstairs" toilets, if you catch my drift :P I think Broadway is supposed to have a similar reputation, and I know The Stonewall is, too, but I've never seen or heard anything untoward in either place. I think I must just keep missing the whores and pimps that are so prominent in our fair city. It's a shame really. They really could learn a thing or two ;D
b) I was thinking something more like "Well, she's actually a guy", but you know. Whatever, really. Of course, my way, my parents may think he's a tranny. And not the good ol' gun-toting, trigger-happy kind, like Kinky Rene.
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Date: 2007-04-26 08:34 am (UTC)a) apparently the toilets in Carslaw, too. I wouldn't know, having only been to the ladies' there... which i'm sad to see have had most of the graffiti washed off them of late.
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Date: 2007-04-26 09:11 am (UTC)a) I wasn't even sure there were toilets in Carslaw. I've seen males filing in and out of a particular area, and have assumed such things as the presence of a lavatory, but daren't investigate. Of the other matter, though, I'll have to ask Matt, my resident gay whore friend. He's apparently quite familiar with a particular Gents somewhere on campus, his home away from home to take guys he likes. I just don't remember which it is. And camping out in every bathroom one at a time for the audio-visual proof is hardly appropriate. Or time efficient.