OK. Here's the TL from earlier.

OK.

So here’s the TL;DR of what happened a few weeks ago. I’m tired and sore right now and I don’t feel like trying to elaborate right now. So here’s what went down.

—I went to my cousins’ place, intending to have a good time at a party-reunion thing. It was supposed to be a simple fun thing.

—The water went out. This happens right after I ask my cousin for a bit of help with my hair, because my back has been giving me enough problems that I haven’t been able to do a damn thing with it.

—A day that I’m out I get a copy of Civilization V. TL;DR, highly addictive, if you like strategy games and world building and Risk, DO EET.

—As I’m playing a game of Civ my aunt comes in and demands why my hair is tied up in a scarf. There are two reasons for this: first, for the reason that there is renovation going on at the job and I’d rather not get carpet fluff, wood dust, paint dust, and other assorted gack in my hair every time I turn around, and two, my hair doesn’t look all that great right now because it is in need of a wash and iron—or at least just the iron—before I do anything to it. This is when it gets stupid. After that it gets ridiculous: after that gets done with, this aunt attacks me for not being straight. In a nutshell, this aunt would rather I dated three or four guys at a time (”and they better all be black don’t be bringing on white or Asian or Mexicans into this family or I swear to God”) than what I am doing right now, which has settled back down into just sort of chilling while my schmoopi’s out of state. She keeps going, demands that I start dating some more guys, don’t settle for one (or two or even three) and then when I “what if I don’t even feel like dudes right now” and that gets hit with the classic “you’re confused/this is unnatural/Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve/ALL THE OTHER TIRED SHIT.” This is followed by the oldie-but-goodie “what’s up with this looking like a lesbian thing” (oh is there a uniform?) and “wear some makeup” and “why don’t you try to look more like a woman” and blah blah blah AND THEN THE BITCH DECIDES TO BRING UP THE HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA AND TRAUMA that even my father’s dropped.

I left the next day.

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I’ve spent the following three weeks trying to just survive waiting for my doctor’s appointment for my medical reassessments and dealing with the havoc the stress my bitch of aunt, who is now effectively removed from my life. The funny thing was I was actually about that close to being convinced to move in with them to get a chance to keep some money and work on things that need more attention. Needless to say, this isn’t happening now. I’m not about to voluntarily place myself into the home of someone who wants to erase parts of who I am.

I’m going to disappear again for the night. I’m thinking the plans are drop another nuke on Madrid. Queen Isabella’s getting on my last good nerve.