I feel really, really crappy. I was already feeling ill, then my mum walks in. She makes herself right at home and starts bugging me, first about clothes. Then about, well, what gives me the feeling of despair within my chest. She starts trying to talk to me about "homosexuals."
"It's a choice. Some people may have a genetic predisposition, but it's up to them whether they act on it, like obesity or alcohol addiction. See, I may have a genetic predisposition to obesity. But no one's forcing the food down my throat. And gluttony is a sin too. I just want you to turn to your dad or i, or the Bible, for answers. Not to your friends. Are any of your friends... homosexuals?"
The answer is yes. I say no.
"I don't know if I ever told you, but your aunt Mary had a period where she thought she was homosexual. But she didn't start of that way. And she didn't end up that way. So it is a choice."
Ever heard of bisexuality, god dammit? Or denial?
By the Gods, I hate this bloody family sometimes. I knew that Aunt Mary had fallen out of favor with the family as a young adult. I figured it was drugs or something. But no, I didn't meet her until I was a teenager because she liked, or likes, women.
And turning to the Bible instead of my friends? Bloody hell woman, what are friends for then? Think I ought to hang out at the mall with peers on Saturday afternoons but once I really need a friend I should shut them out, and go read a book instead?
How can you be so stubborn? Scientific studies support the assertion that sexuality is not a choice, as well as the fact that the Earth has been around for millions of years and that everything evolved from a common microbial origin. But these nitwits won't even acknowledge that species change over generations, which we can see happening right in front of ourselves, because some bloody book told them so! I'm surprised Mommy Dearest doesn't support a geocentric outlook!
But enough about how my parent's particular brand of religion doesn't make sense. I just... I guess I just wanted to share with the internet how much my parent's intolerance hurts me. All I want is a loving family, but I don't get that because my family wouldn't love me if they knew the real me. Just look at Aunt Mary.
"It's a choice. Some people may have a genetic predisposition, but it's up to them whether they act on it, like obesity or alcohol addiction. See, I may have a genetic predisposition to obesity. But no one's forcing the food down my throat. And gluttony is a sin too. I just want you to turn to your dad or i, or the Bible, for answers. Not to your friends. Are any of your friends... homosexuals?"
The answer is yes. I say no.
"I don't know if I ever told you, but your aunt Mary had a period where she thought she was homosexual. But she didn't start of that way. And she didn't end up that way. So it is a choice."
Ever heard of bisexuality, god dammit? Or denial?
By the Gods, I hate this bloody family sometimes. I knew that Aunt Mary had fallen out of favor with the family as a young adult. I figured it was drugs or something. But no, I didn't meet her until I was a teenager because she liked, or likes, women.
And turning to the Bible instead of my friends? Bloody hell woman, what are friends for then? Think I ought to hang out at the mall with peers on Saturday afternoons but once I really need a friend I should shut them out, and go read a book instead?
How can you be so stubborn? Scientific studies support the assertion that sexuality is not a choice, as well as the fact that the Earth has been around for millions of years and that everything evolved from a common microbial origin. But these nitwits won't even acknowledge that species change over generations, which we can see happening right in front of ourselves, because some bloody book told them so! I'm surprised Mommy Dearest doesn't support a geocentric outlook!
But enough about how my parent's particular brand of religion doesn't make sense. I just... I guess I just wanted to share with the internet how much my parent's intolerance hurts me. All I want is a loving family, but I don't get that because my family wouldn't love me if they knew the real me. Just look at Aunt Mary.
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