As you all know Prescott is the creator and amazing advocate of the exciting

                                BOLD MOVES OCTOBER movement.

I told my friends about it and we’ve actually chanted BMO while running wild through the streets the other night.

My very timid friend made the boldest move of her life regarding the dude that she’s into. We all applauded her.

My other friend decided to try a feisty new haircut. And she looked good. We cheered her on.

And oh so many people have embraced Boldness for this month. I love it.

I consider myself to be pretty bold normally so I had to find my niche in this whole movement, my own definition of bold. And I finally did.

I decided I would be honest. Honest with my father.

As you may or may not know, I live at home with my parents, in a strict Latino household that has very deeply engrained gender roles and just strict, in general. Because of this, I have not been the most honest with my father because I know there is judgement. I know that there is reprimanding.

Anyway…tomorrow I’m going to drive to San Diego and I’m spending the weekend with Salsa Guy. My father knows that we’ve been hanging out but nothing more. I decided that instead of making up a cover story for why I was going to San Diego, I thought my bold move would be to be honest about my visiting him and staying at his apartment for the weekend.

OH DEAR JESUS, AND THE SAINTS, AND THE VIRGIN MARY AND ALL THE OTHER GODS FROM ALL THE OTHER RELIGIONS…

My father flipped OUT. That’s an understatement actually.

So yes.. He freaked out, and cussed and said all kinds of things, and I nodded and said yessum… And that was that…

I can’t change his outdated views. I am not going to argue with him about this. He believes what he believes and there is nothing I can do about it. I just wanted to be honest about my plans.

I’m still heading out tomorrow and I’m still sticking with my plans but let’s just say that doing the right thing, and being bold, is definitely not the easy route…