It's a waterfall. You know, the kind that cascades hard like the white water rafting trips' featured waves and just when you think they've calmed, they're back even stronger.
They said they had their suspicions. You've been more flamboyant. You don't want to dress like your gender. Stereotype, stereotype, stereotype.
But to be accused, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US To be yelled at, YOU THOUGHT WE WERE DISAPPOINTED IN YOU THEN? To wish you were anywhere else but here... Somewhere over the rainbow...
But I'll never be over the rainbow. Contrary to her belief, it's not a phase or something I'll grow out of. It's genetic. Contrary to his thinking, it's not helping when all my communication with others is severed.
I'm gay. There, I admit it.
It's not like I'm gonna scream it from the rooftops, and no, it's not the reason that I really like bowties and short hair.
Can't you just accept me?
The final blow is when your family decides you're too good for that type of lifestyle.
WHAT MORE CAN I DO TO IMPRESS YOU? I've tried my whole life to make you proud.
I guess this just goes to show that being myself will never be enough.
So leave me to my cascades and wet cheeks in bed-why do you care- because we all know you're wishing I'm something I'm not. Someone I'm not.
Disowning me would have been the far superior alternative to the disappointment.
"Our youngest daughter is just like her father, but looks like her mother. And our oldest daughter? She looks like her father, but acts like her mother. Well...she did."
Quote via my mother. Manipulated as to not share my sister or I's names.