Tonight was the first time my mum and I have mutual accepted or made any reference to the fact I am gay. 6 weeks have passed since I gave her a letter & she sent me a text once she got it, and then never talked anything else about it.
I made a lame joke about boys (mainly my brother) being so stinky and me blaming that on the reason I stick to women.
It was a shit joke, but felt all sorts of feelings after.
Working 3:30pm until 3:30am will be the death of me.
BUT I am going to Bali. And also house looking. Both require the $$$$$
leaves a photoshoot half way through to go punch seagulls and shake bushes for energy