DON’T JUST ASSUME YOUR KIDS OR FRIENDS ARE CIS/HET, EVEN IF THEY TELL YOU THEY ARE.
My whole family believes I’m cis/het, because I’ve told them I am.
But what do they expect me to say when they make jokes about LGBT+?
My grandma, upon hearing about her sister’s neighbors who were lesbians, looked at me and said, “That’s disgusting. Sick.”
My mom has told me that I can come to her with anything and everything. And I believe that, for the most part. But when she saw an upset little boy being scolded by his butch mom, she laughed to me and said, “He must be upset he has two mommas.”
When they passed the legally non-binary law in California, Mom said, “Non-binary means you’re neither gender. Transgender, I understand, but non-binary? That’s ridiculous.”
My dad and I were watching the Walking Dead. When they showed a same-sex couple, he looked at me and sarcastically yelled, “FREAK.”
When “In a Heartbeat” came out, my mom told me, speaking the words like taboo. My younger brother said, “Seriously? That’s just wrong.”
A girl I had a crush on had me over for a sleepover. I, of course, never made any sort of advances or indications that I had a crush on her, because I knew she was straight. She began talking about how she’s anti-LGBT. She talked about what it was like to be gay or trans. Like she knew what it meant. What it felt like. I don’t have a crush on her anymore.
I had to attend a youth rally where the kids made gay jokes.
I cry in the shower (as cliche as it sounds) because I’m alone and the water silences my sobs. I cry because I am afraid I’ll never get away. That they’ll find out, and the “precious girl” they’ve loved my whole life will just turn out to be one of the “disgusting freaks” they jeered to me about.
Please, please give your loved ones a safe and trusted environment to come out to you. It means so much more than words or actions could ever express.
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