As I’ve gotten older, I’ve started to see this side of my dad that I fucking hate. He goes on these political rants when he sees something that pisses him off and just spews off at the mouth about how marriage is meant for a man and a woman. But he makes homophobic comments and I’m a lesbian (he doesn’t know, for obvious reasons). Whenever I see him or I’m around him, I just get sick. He comments on the way I dress (men’s clothes, joggers, t-shirts, sneakers), he comments on me having short hair (it’s down to my shoulders for Christ’s sake). My mom remembers a time when a 16-year-old Britney Spears was on the T.V, and my dad said he would fuck her. A 16-year-old! That’s fucking pedophilia! I have to go to his house tomorrow to sleepover and I don’t want to, I don’t want to be near him anymore, he disgusts me and tries to tell me how to act and look; I feel like I’m just an object and since I don’t look like a “pretty” girl (long hair, feminine clothing, feminine way of carrying myself), he just shits on everything I do. But then, he tries to change his mind about everything because he can tell it makes me self-conscious, so he’ll change his opinions. Example: “I don’t care if a guy and a guy get together or a girl and a girl, but I think it’s wrong for them to marry.” When it’s so obvious he just doesn’t like it at all! Imagine going into a house and staying there for three days, knowing that if your father knew you were a lesbian, he would get mad and disgusted Sorry, this is long, I’m just stressing about a lot of things right now.