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Guaranteed Human. How do I tell my parents that I'm gay? I'm leaving them. I hate them and I'm moving with my cousin. I'm a lot to tell them. I think you just say exactly that. I think you lay it down straight. Lay it down. All right. I 17 female am gay. My dad is a pastor. That is sometimes a rough combination. And my family have always been church people. I was forced to come out when my mother decided to check my phone out of the blue.

Oh.

What did she do?

Well, she had done that in two years since I got my own phone and paid it for it myself.

Needless to say, they did not take the news of my gayness well. My mother told me to leave.

So I did. So I went to my aunt's house who was fully aware of the situation and more than happy

to have me say. Shortly after I got there, my parents pulled up into the driveway. My aunt asked me

to go outside and talk to them, which I did. Oh, man. Speak some senses to them, baby girl.

Yep. They proceeded to yell at me for two hours in the yard while my aunt's children were trying

to sleep and my younger sister was crying in the car. O.P. Your parents sound they like they kind of suck.

I kind of want to slap. I want to slibbity slap them all over their stupid faces. They told me to give them my keys since the car was in my dad's name. And as a 17 year old, you know, you can't take out a car alone. They said they would leave if I did. So I gave them the keys. And guess what, John? What? They in fact did not leave. Not only are they homophobic suckers, but they are liars too.

How can they be homophobic?

They're assholes.

And they are homophobic.

And their kid is gay.

But they are homophobic.

My mom went home while my dad yelled some more.

And when he called me the devil,

geez.

I went inside and locked, geez. My God.

I went inside and locked the door.

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