feel my bisexual fury
I'm going to say this as simply as I can, Dad: stop with your fucking homophobic bullshit. I'm serious. I can't take it anymore. Do I have to write bisexual in big bold letters on my forehead for you to get the fucking point? Sometimes, I feel bad that I haven't outright told him; Mom has known for years and so has my friends, so why is it so hard to just fucking come out to him? I thought maybe you'd mellow with age, but no such luck.
In short: one more homophobic remark out of your mouth and I won't be responsible for my actions.
(In happier news, I watched Shelter last night, and omg it was just what I needed. Zach and Shaun were adorable, though I hated Zach's sister. Burnt Money is up next, and I know that I am going to fucking love it. Gah.)
