Parents are just unfuckingbelievable I'm currently visiting my mom, and while she was making dinner I was on tumblr, and I got annoyed because Double was getting hate for drawing that lovely picture of Ty in a skirt, and my mom asked why I was so angry. She always hays I can talk to her about anything, so I complained to her that people were giving Double hate because she drew a guy in a skirt, and mom was giving me dirty looks but I brushed them off and continued and was like "I mean, it's completely ridiculous! They're following a fictional incest blog, and yet they get hate for drawing a guy in a skirt!? Wtf!?!?" And then she went on a big preachy rant about how disgusting I am for following someone that draws incest and on and on and I'm disgusting for liking Double's art. Even though just the other day she was lecturing me about how she thinks I'm depressed and should see a therapist, or at least talk to her, so I finally talk to her about something that's bugging me, fucking transmisogyny and this crap with Ty /because of said transmisogyny/, and then she goes on a rant about how disgusting I am. Yes mom, that's going to make me stop being depressed and want to talk to someone.
