Stomping Bitches

Can I just say that I’m at a level of livid now that makes me dangerous to society? Lucky for the world I’m fucking exhausted from a dance party last night. The monthly Blow Pony was quite the success. There was much glitter and gayness to be had.

This morning, however, I got a phone call from Boyfriend (who was very upset, which puts me in mama-bear mode) informing me that his parents flipped shit when he told them about hormones. Where we were both under the impression that they were trying to educate themselves about the transition, we come to find out that they have turned a blind eye to the issue altogether. Apparently, God made “Alison” in his own vision and there will be no changing it while under their roof.

“NEWSFLASH, DICKHEADS, IF YOUR KID IDENTIFIES AS TRANS AND YOUR RESPONSE IS TO POINT OUT THAT GOD MADE THEM A CERTAIN WAY, PLEASE REMEMBER THAT IN YOUR RELIGION, THAT WOULD ALSO ENCOMPASS THE FEELING OF BEING TRANS AND THE SUBSEQUENT NEED TO TRANSITION…”

So, basically, they’ve used an invalid argument to try an escape a reality they don’t subscribe to. Noah was also informed that until his siblings were of legal age, he’s not allowed to discuss any of the transition with them. If my parents tried to take Sarah away from me, I’d probably burn the house down.

Noah doesn’t deserve to have to live a double life just because of the discomfort of his family and their inability to resolve issues with their heads in their asses.

I told him that we’ll get through it, that they’ll come around when he refuses to life that life for them, that his siblings will still love him and care for him when they’re allowed to know, but how much can I promise when his happiness is linked so tightly to these bigoted people?

WHY CAN’T PEOPLE JUST BE NICE, GODDAMNIT!???

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