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I wish I could just write one fic at a time. But I'm the kind of person who sees a prompt and writes 3 chapters in my head and then I don't ever finish them.
My grandma just called me saying that my little town is hosting their first big Pride event at the castle, which spiralled into us finding a local weekly LGBT+ tea session thing and local drag performances and stuff I didn't even realise were happening all around me.
So anyway me and my grandma are making plans to go to that tea thing and it makes me so grateful that I'm from such an open and accepting family, and it makes me so sad that that's not the norm.
The truth is that even if I was straight, or had never come out, my grandma would still have called me about the local Pride event because she just inherently cares about that sort of thing.
I guess I just wanted to express my gratitude to my family because even though I might complain sometimes, I just really value moments like that.
Especially since a lot of the family are in fact dickheads so I'm especially grateful I ended up here and not there, you know?
I mean my dad's parents basically disowned him because my mum had colourful hair and tattoos and was alternative and spoke her mind and stood up for herself. Can you imagine if those people were in my life? I'm basically just my mum but gay.
Anyway sorry for the rant, I just wanted to get that off my chest I suppose.