I’m trying to teach a lesson to my homophobic mother, so every url that reblogs are likes this will be written down and posted all over Niagara Falls
having parents that were really angry and petty and abusive when you were young is weird, because it makes part of you grow up to want to be kind, to generate good things, to be a source of peace and wellbeing for others; but it makes another part of you grow up to be quick, and sharp, and spiteful, and that’s always the part that shows itself first in a hard situation, so it’s a struggle between your hateful gut reactions and your wish to not add any more misery to the world. it’s a hard balance, and the people who really, really know me - i know they see that anger flash in my eyes before i quiet it, if i quiet it…i want to overcome years of conditioning, and with gentle, constant force, i know i’ll mellow it. it just takes time.
Me: come on guys, it’s not that obvious im gay 😒 Also me: (has a closet filled with rainbow clothes, owns half of the worlds supply of flannel clothing, has a rainbow pride flag above the bed, and rainbow lights wrapped around the bed post) Me: see not obvious
Had an amazing time at Pride this weekend! So glad that I got to experience it and meet some amazing people.
Because Those Who Mind, Don't Matter, and Those Who Matter Don't Mind
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