I grew up in a very liberal household. I'm fully out so this really doesn't have much risk in posting this other than a few homophobes throwing comments my way, but like. This is wattpad. Gay central. All the ships live here. My parents were both raised semi religiously but were taught that everyone is equal from the get go, and this so was I and my sister. As far as I know, I'm the only gay person in the last two generations of my family line, unless someone's closeted (If so HMU random aunt/uncle I've probably never heard of). Well wait. As I'm writing this I'm kinda remembering I'm not fully out. My grandparents don't know is all. But 1. They don't know this app exists and 2. They honestly probably figured it out by now so fuck it.
That about wraps up my family life, aside from a sprinkling of genetically inherited depression/anxiety and our overall toxic relationship with food. But honestly I don't want to talk about that. I mention all the "troubled kid" shit enough already to my friends.
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Gay as Fuck
Non-FictionMy personal experiences in the short time I've been alive about being a lesbian, and what the fuck I'm dealing with.
