remembered some more of my 12 year old trauma so a little storytime under the cut :3333 <333
Like I said, this all happened when I was 12.
Just about any 12yo gets into writing and fanfic, and I had just discovered Ao3, and I had ALSO discovered the LGBTQ+ community. I was mostly into fluff and angst, but at some point I wanted to try writing something spicy, to see if I liked it. Now, mind you, I'm a pencil/paper kinda guy. I had collections of notebooks filled with all sorts of fanfics. Full stories, quick little oneshots, the whole shabang.
I wrote a pretty smutty start of a fic, but after maybe 2 pages, I decided I didn't really like writing that kind of stuff, so I stuffed it in my "nope" binder and forgot about it.
One day, I come home from school and the first thing that happens is my mother SLAPS me across the face, screaming nonsense. I'm so shocked, backpack not even off yet, that I have no idea what she's saying. I get my stuff off and walk over to the kitchen counter where EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY NOTEBOOKS is lying open, including the "nope" binder. When I finally understand what's happening, I try to explain myself, and instead get thrown into the fridge. Yeah, my mom literally grabbed me and threw me, which left a bruise for a solid week and a half.
She's upset that I'm not only writing about happy queer couples, but I'm writing about queer SEX, which is not at all what was written. While I didn't say any of this, I find it strange that instead of having a calm conversation with your experimenting pre-teen, you lash out over nothing. I'm simply finding ways to express myself, and I'm trying a different genre of writing. Stop being a homophobic bitch.