Okay firstly I have a few things to admit. One is I'm pretty sure imma lesbian but I'm not 100% on that so I haven't told any of my friends but they all say I'm pan but I don't think I am but I don't wanna correct them so basically they constantly say I'm the wrong sexuality because I don't want to come out again and it makes me hella uncomfortable. Also my brother is a flaming homosexual and we both wanted to go to pride.
Here's the catch. The parade in D.C. falls on a day I'm with my dad, and just spending time with my dad makes me uncomfortable, so as you can imagine, spending time with him surrounded by gay stuff makes me wish I was dead.
So you wanna guess what I did? I went over to my aunt's house in Harrisburg to avoid spending the weekend with my dad and left my brother to go to pride.
Here's the thing. Me and my aunt disagree on everything so I hate spending time with her alone.
I literally avoided doing something I've wanted to do for months because my dad makes me uncomfortable. How fucked up is that?
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RandomLiterally this is a long ass stream of consciousness so very little makes any sense and a lot of it is straight up just how I felt in the moment so don't take it seriously k
