Me: "Dad, I'm gay" Dad: "Yea no sh*t, just look at yourself" He actually said that. I mean, There's no way that my dad would've ever thought that I was straight because he knew that I was into crossdressing, was never into sports, and also because I looked oddly feminine compared to most boys my age. As previously said, " Coming out, based on my experience, is just a matter of luck. By all means, you're either lucky to have an accepting parents, or you're unlucky to have ones that would bash you for being yourself. But either way, you are who you are, and that can't be changed. It's not guaranteed that a parent would always be accepting of who you are, but you do need to let them know that you're a daughter and not a son at one point in life " Coming out to my dad was probably one of the things that I feared for the longest time. Mainly because he's literally a boomer, born in the year 1950. Even when I came out to my ...
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