incredulity of the credulous
thinking of the manner my ex-spouse chose to gossip about one of their new friends.
“it turns out she’s bisexual,” they blurted, their eyes like saucers.
“… okay?” i said. what did they expect from me here?
“but no, for real,” they continued. “like, she’s actually dated women in the past!! 😮”
it went on like this, like they were fishing for a response that i failed to provide. because yes, logically that tracked. it didn’t seem unusual that a bisexual person would have dated people of more than one gender.
after a few more volleys they got exasperated with my lack of drama or whatever.
what especially puzzles me is, dude, you’re from new york city. you have lived all over the world, in all the trendiest places. rubbed shoulders with all these high-profile artists. how is someone else’s matter-of-fact sexuality blowing your mind like this?
why is your brain the way that it is?
this reminds me of kelly’s eternal bafflement over my lack of a mask, how she couldn’t seem to get over that i simply was who i said i was and meant precisely the things that i said.
and, like… yeah? why is this so very strange to you? what am i in turn supposed to understand about you from that?