being accepted and being respected by your family, as ive found out, dont go hand in hand
im not disowned. im not ridiculed. my mother will shit on her "friends" and her coworkers and will stealth smackdown her boss if she hears blatant homophobia. she shits on "christians" who use their-so-called faith to damn and judge me. so i will admit that i have it so much better, it could have been worse
but im not respected. like, at all. and neither is my sexuality.
i have to put up with people making jokes about me marrying a man. i have to put up with aggressive jokes about me liking dick, liking dudes, or worse yet, reducing me to some butch stereotype. i have to put up with people being confused at my anger over representation in the media.
my relationship with another woman isn't seen as something legitimate, because i am constantly asked to "keep" my "doors open", to go out and go on dates with other women despite the fact that i am in a monogamous relationship and have no intentions or desire to look for another partner.
acceptance and respect don't go hand in hand. dont ever tell a queer person that their problems aren't important because they werent thrown out on the street when they came out.
