Even though my mother is homophobic,
I still appreciate the fact that I
inherited her artistic, do-it-yourself ingenuity.
Even though my father is homophobic,
I am still thankful that I
inherited his gregarious professionalism and social skills.
Even though my parents think
I'm going to hell and breaking their hearts,
that my being queer causes people --
and appliances -- to literally die, and that I
and anyone like me are ruining the country,
I am still grateful that I
grew up feeling safe and loved as a child.
Even though it is no longer safe for me to
spend time with my parents,
and I grieve the fact that they think I am evil,
and I wish they they would love me
for being the tender, compassionate, brave person
I have become,
I still feel fortunate that they
made me who I am today.
I am confident and soft and bold and kind and caring
and queer
even though
they are not.
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