Sorry for what’s about to follow.

So, a friend of my mother’s completely made me want to jump out a six storey window today. We were having a relatively normal conversation when, completely out of the blue, she started talking about homosexual relationships. After repeating a few insulting stereotypes I decided to overlook (I really didn’t feel like screaming at that point) she started saying how “every gay man/woman could be cured -CURED!- if he/she found the right heterosexual partner”. 

I tried to be polite and calmly stated that homosexuality is not a disease at which point she started screaming and screaming at me that I was “one of them” and “a freak”. I was half way into tearing her to pieces when my mother intervened calming her down. She left half an hour later. Afterwards my mother explained that her friend had a son who had just told them he was gay and she had more or less kicked him out of her house.

At this point I would like to thank God for my Mom (even if she won’t read this; I will jump out that six storey window if my family ever finds my blog) for stating that I could talk to her no matter what and that I should never be afraid to tell her something of the same magnitude. After reminding her that -unless I had turned into a man overnight- I am, up to date, attracted to members of the opposite gender, I went out and bought her chocolate. Just for being awesome.

Still, I can’t get that woman out of my head. Her son is only seventeen. I hate this world sometimes #ThisHasBeenARant