What to do?
What do you do when the homophobes in your life aren’t monsters?
When it’s your grandma who dotes on her rescued pets and loves you with her whole heart?
When it’s your dad who gave up over 10 years of his youth slaving away in a factory night after night so you could have a good life?
When it’s an artist whose music kept you afloat in your darkest times?
When it’s your little sibling who hasn’t ever been exposed to same-gender attraction?
When it’s messy and vague and painful no matter how you handle it?











