honestly i never really complained about my parents being homophobic bc i was convinced i was lucky they didnt straight up killed me but like,,,, it wasnt even remotely okay. but i was so used to extreme pain and abuse on their hands that it didnt… really change anything. but like… they almost kicked me out at 16 tho. and theyre only “"more accepting”“ now bc i dont live with them anymore & theyre basically… acting like decent people bc im far enough from them lmao

my parents vs me being a lesbian:

– after a “hint” i could be gay (read: i told her i liked how blue hair looked like) my mother threw a big fit, called me a degenerate dyke and demanded i left her house “if i wanted to fuck other disgusting whore dykes”. i was prepared to this and actually started packing my stuff, until my father told me she had “changed her mind”. 

– after this she gave me the silent treatment for weeks, and openly despised me, only talking to me to make sure i knew i was a subhuman (i mean, it didnt change much from the usual, but still)

– homosexuality was taboo

– when i finally came out, she simply refused to believe me, called me an actor and a drama queen thirsty for attention

– i had to come out literally 3 times

– once she told me to “prove it”

– my father said nothing, ever, but he was more accepting

– she finally started to believe me when i introduced them to my ex

– then she manipulated me into breaking up with my ex (which didnt work)

– she said i was gonna be a victim of conjugal violence because “statistics prove that lesbians are violent”

– said i was mutilating myself & that i wanted to be “an fucking faggot symbol” when i shaved my head and basically started acting more masculine 

– started controlling even more obsessively my body, my clothes, and my whole life

– lifted my shirt to expose my boobs to my father when she found out i stopped wearing a bra, and had him contemplate and comment on my boobs’ appearance. she also lifted my shirt everyday to make sure i was wearing a bra. 

– had me kneel before her and vocally admit i was the luckiest lesbian on earth because they were “supportive” and “didn’t expel me from their house” 

– still called me slurs, and insulted me on a daily basis (ableism, homophobia, misogyny, and others) 

– probably other things im forgetting

and honestly, im not complaining. i know there are plenty of other people who are in a much more difficult situation with their family than i was. 

this doesnt mean to be useful, or informative. i just felt like writing this down. (you can reply and like but please dont reblog)