like on some level it’s like having to admit to yourself that you raised a criminal, and that can feel like having to admit to having failed at being a parent
its just that in this case the “criminality” of being gay or whatever is entirely a social construct with literally no reason to exist other than prejudice
hopefully the parallel im drawing here makes sense without sounding like I’m equating the two directly
and we had a good talk in which he said it would be difficult to accept but he would never like cut me out of his life and eventually, with enough time, he would accept me if I was gay
