TRUTH OR DARE

[cactusy]

1) Post your characters, one per comment.
2) Comment around ICly asking other characters "truth or dare?"
3) Truth is self-explanatory; dares should involve tagging out to another character's top level somehow ("Insult someone you find terrifying", "Tell someone you think is hot one thing you find sexy about them", "Strike up a conversation using the most awkward non-sequitur you can come up with", etc.)

Comments

[somethingintangible]

Rude.

That's fucked up. The stoning thing. My mom's an immigrant too, though, so it's like, I get it. Kinda. I mean, it's not the same, but like... the cultural stuff... I'm not sure how my mom would be about it. I don't think she'd disown me or anything, but she'd probably say it was just a phase.

[cactusy]

I think my mom thought it was a phase, too - but she already knew I wasn't the type of daughter who was going to pop out two-point-five grandkids for her and she was okay with that, and it didn't interfere with anything else she wanted for me. First and foremost she wanted me to have a good education, and then a job that I found fulfilling. Being bi doesn't preempt that.

Where's your mom from?

[somethingintangible]

Ugh. I don't think I'll ever find any job fulfilling. Work is so bullshit. So is school. [ :P ] It's all so pointless. I just want to marry a rich man so I don't have to think about any of it, and I can just do what I want to do. My mom doesn't get it. She just keeps talking about how she struggled to get here so I could have more opportunities, but it's like, she does nails, and when I was little, I would watch rich people treat her like shit all day. I don't want to end up like that.

Mexico. What about yours?

[cactusy]

Are you kidding me? Don't be some rich dude's trophy wife, listen to your damn mom. Or join the military; the Marines would sort you out. That cheerleading stuff's more applicable than you think; athleticism and flexibility will get you far in a lot of careers.

My mom's from Iran. The government there really went to hell in the seventies.