I don’t think I’ve been this afraid to tell someone what I think in like, ever.
My grandparents happened to oh so accidentally say “Homosexuality is not real. It’s disgusting. How do you think you should be able to get children if your relationship doesn’t involve two of the opposite danger?” In which they followed with “g a y” gestures and everyone laughed along.
Little do they know, I have a girlfriend.
My mom and dad knows. And they said nothing. They really didn’t have to, it was me that those words got to.
But fuck was it hard to keep on smiling and carry on the conversation with all those people agreeing that loving someone was t h a t wrong.
I haven’t been this effected by something like that until now.
How the fuck do I break this to them without messing things up?
Boy, do tell.
It sucks. A lot. Especially when you have a whole exhibition to prepare for next week.
