My oldest sprung an announcement on me.

Out of the clear blue she said, “I just want you to know that S. (her roommate) and I aren’t lovers. She pays half the rent and I’m a free babysitter for her son.”

To the limited extent that I had given it any thought I had suspected that since Oldest had been engaged to a guy and there were questions regarding the paternity of the kid. You gotta work harder to shock me. F’rinstance, they met in college when S. was a tall, skinny guy named Rob. One day a piece of mail arrived addressed to Oldest and someone named S. I asked Wife who S. was. “Oh, that’s Rob.”

I replied, “I guess that explains her Jeep.” She’s since sold it because it’s hard to wrangle a car seat in and out of a Wrangler.

I’m thoroughly confused.

ETA I’ve read it a few more times. I understand it even less now than before.

I’m interested, but yes please explain like we don’t know you or any of these people. :slight_smile:

Well, female roommate S. that dropzone’s daughter isn’t banging used to be a guy named Rob. Apparently Jeep ownership is indicitive of transgenderism. And at least one of dropzone’s sentences isn’t. (A complete sentence, not not an indication of transgenderism.)

So, S. has transgendered to female, formerly a Rob with a son who may not be his or hers? And you are your own Grandpa?

No, S has always been female but was passing for male. She and Oldest are both now cis-female, more or less. S’s kid has one of two possible fathers.

Her sister, Middle, is also muddled. She claimed to be gay and she and her fiance were each other’s beard. After observing for a while I noted neither of them is the slightest bit gay and were more asexual. She agrees.

Good grief. Mikey, try not to think about too much. That’s what I do. The lil’wrekkers penniless* Muslim boyfriend came in today. We made up a bed for him in the dorm. :::nyah:::nyah::::nyah…I can’t hear you.
My ears are covered!!
*aren’t there Muslims who are very, very rich?

Sure.

Hamza (BFs name) will have to be satisfied with a harem of one who’s kinda flat chested.

Every harem’s gotta start somewhere.

Could be worse, my dear wife and I refer to the being that our son is seeing as the “The bi-polar tattooed hose beast from hell”.
There are days I think we are being too nice.

That’s scary!

The giveaway that Middle’s fiance couldn’t possibly be gay or straight is because he’s a trainspotter who tries to take her to the train museum for her birthday, and no anorak has ever gotten laid by anyone.

Dropzone: your attempts at explanations only make things more confusing.

Heh heh heh, that’s our dropzone! <canned laughter> <freeze frame> <roll credits>

And spoiled! An expensive one flat chested woman harem.

You’re confused? Try living my life! I long ago adopted “yeah, whatever” as my motto.

The only confusing part was the anorak, which I understood to be a winter coat. But googling enlightened me, it is British slang for an obsessive collector or hobbyist.

The rest appears to be the product of a convoluted mind with communication challenges. I believe it could have been written as

“My daughter’s house mate, which we imagined was a male named Rob and with whom I thought she was in a romantic relationship with, has revealed that she was just trying on a male persona, and is a straight woman.”

At least, if I were dropzone’s copy editor it would come out something like that. I used to get paid to sort sentences like that out.

Perhaps the choice of car was a statement of masculinity? Guessing.

Nice try, but they were once “an item” but, like David Bowie, realized they were closeted heterosexuals. And Jeeps and butch lesbians is an ancient cliche. Middle tells me they now drive Subarus.

And it’s my understanding that British trainspotters first got the anorak name because that’s what they wear while sitting around in the elements counting railcars.

I was a nice guy once and allowed my daughter’s male “friend” to take up temporary residence in a room that was detached from the house, because his home life was less than desirable. She ended up pregnant, making MY home life less than desirable. Word to the wise.

Ah…the train thing now makes sense.

Thank you, Chef. Momma’s on the case. They are engaged, and she’s on birth control.
But, as I told the lil’wrekker: My house, My rules