Gender Fluid? Pansexual?

Why Happiness is a Luxury

Hey guys. Here's something homophobic for your evening.

On this day I was watching TV with my Nana, since tv is the source of all evil in my stories. She changed the channel to House hunters, one of her favorite shows to watch to pass time.

And the couple was obviously gay.

We were late to the show, so we didn't get any intro to them, but the way that they were acting was blatantly Homosexual. Not that I'm stereotyping, but I totally am stereotyping.

She took about ten seconds to evaluate the situation an then said, "nope. Not watching this." And changed the channel.

And this is why happiness is a luxury.

I always feel like if she's so disgusted by the strangers love life then how does she feel about mine. To be fair, I have a boyfriend, but still.

How does she feel that I'm pan? Does she even believe that, or does she just think that because I have a boyfriend that I grew out of the phase she was convinced I was in..?

Question of the chapter:
Has anyone ever made you feel this way, in or out of your family.

Songs of the week:

Si deus me relinquent (Black Butler)

I'm Legit- Nikki Minaj

Again- a Vocaloid original song by someone.

If I ever repeat any of these, please tell me.
I'm too lazy to check.

~Ismauu