An email to my brother:
It’s humorous that you voted for Trump *ON TOP OF* telling Ernie not to attend your wedding because he “acts too gay” ‘for Jenna’s family’. Yet simply because you live within 40mins of San Francisco, you consider yourself gay-friendly. Mom feels it should be easy for me to BE less gay, to “not advertise my gayness” because she is ashamed of me, and as if that weren’t enough she feels that I’m selfish for not giving her grandchildren. Dad is the biggest homophobe I know and makes ME feel uncomfortable when I’m around him, just like all our ignorant drunk relatives who pretend to give a shit about me.
And, you ask me why I respond with “Life is shit. I want to kill myself”?
Strangers have treated me better than family for almost 30 years now.