Tennessee
So I’m off to meet the only Stallings family relative left, besides my dad and I. It should be good. I’ve prepared some nice “normal” clothes, with an effort not to stick out TOO much. Andreas and I got into a discussion last night about it. What I’m trying to do is minimize the distraction that my elderly great aunt has from who I REALLY am. I do not see my tattoos, my hair, my wacky clothes as having that much to do with who I “really” am, but Andreas accused me of trying to hide myself. I was like “No, no, it’s not like I’m hiding it for fear of being chastised, it’s just that this woman has lived in Humboldt, Tennessee her entire life and the last thing I want to do is shock or offend her. My fashion sense just is not that important to who I am, relatively speaking. I want her to get to know me, remember me as ‘David’s daughter, the writer and dancer,’ not ‘David’s daughter–the one with the weird hair and marks all over her body.’”