Was Studio30Plus’ writing prompt last week. I am late, again. *sigh*
Originally when I saw the prompt, DON’T ASK, my mind replied with don’t tell. And it didn’t have anything to do with sexual orientations.
Some questions you may not want to ask:
When is your baby due? I am of the larger persuasion; I have been all my life. I have heard this question so many times when I wasn’t truly expecting. STOP ASKING. It is awkward, for both of us. If I want to tell you about my children or breeding habits, I will find a way. I’m real good at talking about me.
Who is the father? OK, yes this one is just rude I know, but of course I have been asked. In fact, when I brought my oldest son home from the hospital and my father called his sister to share my blessed illegitimate event I overheard from the other room, “At least he is white.”
- learning how to make the proper cupcake with BFF
- gauntlet warehouse store for weekly grocery list
- getting drunk with girlfriends
- sex store adventure
- Christmas dinner with the family
And I just didn’t realize you were the ONE person of the face of the earth that would make this experience uncomfortable. Next time couldn’t you bow out gracefully?
What happened with your ex? Unless your reply is MAULED BY BEAR, this is just voyeurism. Don’t TELL.
Is that a wig? I have real bad hair; it is part of my charm. Currently my coif is purple and extremely misshaped; because my fabulous gay hairdresser and I have such a good time together we forget to do what I showed up for. Knowing all this, people still have the balls to ask if it is a comb over? My hair is the only thing I have that is THIN, let me have fun with it people.
Inevitably I will tell you the answers to all these questions, but only because we are so close. So what are you afraid to ask?