My oldest friend is gay. We met in kindergarten I think. I don't remember meeting him, he's just always been there. Cut to last year when my parents were saying they "don't approve of that lifestyle" and I asked them "Well, what about [this friend]?" They know he's gay, but since he doesn't have an accent or a limp wrist they don't seem to care. He lives down the street. We both went into the tech field. We hike. We're each married to our own spouses. We have pets. I pointed all this out and told them "if you disapproved of his lifestyle, you'd also disapprove of mine. It's not the LIFESTYLE, it's the IDENTITY you don't approve of." I haven't talked to my parents since. I'm ashamed to be related to them.
It's not the LIFESTYLE, it's the IDENTITY you don't approve of.
Oh that's insightful.
the lifestyle of being openly queer and not having died in the camps yet, specifically. they hate it when we do that.
No it isn't.
Fascinating point
They make a compelling argument
Insights are kinda like those magic eye paintings. They are definitely there, but not everyone can see them.
I'm good at magic eye.
I hope you're better at magic eye than you are challenging other people's points.
What I normally do is, I kick a stone and shout "I refute it thus!", so if you see me walking with a limp you know why.
sorry your parents suck; good friends are better anyway.
haven’t talked to my parents since. I’m ashamed to be related to them.
Know that feeling. Welp if it is any help we can't choose our family, we can choose our friends. If we both decide to start talking to them again maybe we can setup a racist playdate for our parents. You know bring them to the park, pack a lunch of bacon and cheap beer.
One of the biggest idiots I ever met in my life said one of the smartest things I’ve ever heard in an argument with his sister.
“I’m your fucking sister!!”
He replied, “Yeah, well. I don’t like you! I didn’t choose you! The good lord put you assholes on me. I’ve chose all my friends and I choose to call them family. Y’all can get fucked!”
My oldest friend is gay. We met in kindergarten I think. I don't remember meeting him, he's just always been there. Cut to last year when my parents were saying they "don't approve of that lifestyle" and I asked them "Well, what about [this friend]?" They know he's gay, but since he doesn't have an accent or a limp wrist they don't seem to care. He lives down the street. We both went into the tech field. We hike. We're each married to our own spouses. We have pets. I pointed all this out and told them "if you disapproved of his lifestyle, you'd also disapprove of mine. It's not the LIFESTYLE, it's the IDENTITY you don't approve of." I haven't talked to my parents since. I'm ashamed to be related to them.
Oh that's insightful.
the lifestyle of being openly queer and not having died in the camps yet, specifically. they hate it when we do that.
No it isn't.
Fascinating point
They make a compelling argument
Insights are kinda like those magic eye paintings. They are definitely there, but not everyone can see them.
I'm good at magic eye.
I hope you're better at magic eye than you are challenging other people's points.
What I normally do is, I kick a stone and shout "I refute it thus!", so if you see me walking with a limp you know why.
sorry your parents suck; good friends are better anyway.
Know that feeling. Welp if it is any help we can't choose our family, we can choose our friends. If we both decide to start talking to them again maybe we can setup a racist playdate for our parents. You know bring them to the park, pack a lunch of bacon and cheap beer.
One of the biggest idiots I ever met in my life said one of the smartest things I’ve ever heard in an argument with his sister.
“I’m your fucking sister!!”
He replied, “Yeah, well. I don’t like you! I didn’t choose you! The good lord put you assholes on me. I’ve chose all my friends and I choose to call them family. Y’all can get fucked!”