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    This Bus Will Be Calling At All Stops To Denial

    | London, England, UK | LGTBQ, Sons & Daughters

    (I’m a teenage girl, taking the bus home after a day out. On the way to a seat, I pass a woman and her son, who seems to be about my age.)

    Woman: “How about that one?”

    (The son buries his face in his hands and sighs.)

    Son: “Still gay, Mum.”

    (This happened with every teenage girl that got on. Wherever you are, gay boy, I hope you find a good boyfriend!)

    Dad Has His Own Homosexual Agenda, Part 2

    | Uppsala, Sweden | LGTBQ, Parents & Guardians

    (I am around 16 years old and have just started dating. My dad really, really hates the thought of any of his daughters dating. It’s late at night and I’ve been out. As I get home I go into the kitchen and see my dad doing crosswords at the table.)

    Me: “Oh, hi, dad! Just grabbing some fruit.”

    Dad: “Hi, honey. Did you have fun?”

    Me: “Oh, yeah. It was awesome! We went to this new place, ‘The Pink Triangle.’”

    Dad: *perks up* “The… ‘Pink? Triangle?’”

    Me: “Yup.”

    Dad: *looking hopeful* “Honey? Would there be… something? That you’d like to tell your old dad?

    Me: *sit down, take his hand, and look deep in to his eyes* “Dad. I’m not gay.”

    Dad: “PINK triangle! It’s a gay club!”

    Me: *gets up to go to bed* “I’m sorry, Dad.  I know you’re disappointed, but I’m really not gay. Or even bi.”

    Dad: *upset, calling out after me, as I leave* “But have you even TRIED?”

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    Impulse Bi

    | Wales, UK | Boyfriends & Girlfriends, LGTBQ, Parents & Guardians

    (I am shopping with my mother. I am a bi female.)

    Me: “Why have you picked that up?”

    (My mum has a too-small-to-be-useful kitchen utensil in her basket.)

    Mum: “I thought it was cute. But I don’t really need it, do I?” *places it back on a shelf*

    Me: “Good. I mean, what would happen if I brought things home just because I thought they were cute?

    Mum: “Scandal. They’d all be girls.”

    Me: “And boys.”

    Mum: “But mostly girls.”

    Me: “Yeah… You really do know me.

    Oh, Brother…

    | Oman | LGTBQ, Siblings

    (My brother and I look nothing like one another. We are in a hotel bar in Oman in the 1990s, talking to a large Australian gentleman.)

    Gentleman: “So, where did you two fellers meet then?”

    Me: “Well, actually, we’re brothers.”

    Gentleman: “Oh, I see. Like that, is it? Guess it’s got to be difficult for you folks living in a conservative Arab state.”

    Me: “You mean, for related people to be in the same country?”

    Gentleman: “Yeah, yeah. Like that. It’s got to be hard. In your situation I’d tell people I was sharing a room with my—” *air quotation marks* “—’brother,’ too.”

    Me: “Um… Yeah, except we really are brothers. Same parents and everything.”

    Gentleman: *with a wink* “Yeah, kid. Stick to your story…”

    Not Your Stereotypical Grandmother

    | Dover, DE, USA | Grandparents, LGTBQ, Top

    (I’m visiting my grandmother. I’ve just come out to her as bi. I’m a young woman dating a black man almost a year younger than me. While still talking about LGBT things, our conversation starts towards gender stereotypes.)

    Grandmother: “What I don’t get, is why a girl can like cars and guys’ll like her, but a guy can like sewing or baking and suddenly he’s a f*****.”

    (My grandmother then turns to me, and looks at me seriously for a moment.)

    Grandmother: “Now, [My Name], don’t you ever say that word. It’s nasty and mean. It’s like if I walked up to [Boyfriend's Name] and called him a n*****.”

    Me: “I was just about to call you out on that. Were you just saying that as a ‘that’s what other people say’ type thing?”

    Grandmother: “Yeah. I wouldn’t call you or a girl you brought home that, never in a million years. Did I ever tell you about my basketball friend?”

    Me: “No?”

    Grandmother: “Well, I had a girlfriend. I guess you’d call her a gal pal, anyway. I had this girl friend that I was on a basketball team with and I spent the night at her house. Back then two girls or two guys could share a bed without it being gay. Anywho, we were lying there in bed and she started touching on my leg and trying to make moves on me!”

    Me: “Oh, my God, and you don’t swing that way.”

    Grandmother: “H*** no I don’t! But I let her down easy and we went swimmin’ the next day.”

    Me: “You’re taking this a lot better than some people. I have a friend that’s physically a girl, but psychologically he’s a boy.”

    (I pause to see her reaction to my explanation about what transgender is, but she doesn’t react. I continue…)

    Me: “When he came out to his mom, she told him that he was just a confused lesbian.”

    Grandmother: “Well, that woman’s so full of s*** they gotta hang an air freshener around her neck!”


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