I hate being passionate about something so petty because then I get emotional. And I hate feeling those things. The burning in my face and tightness in my chest. I hate it.
My super-conservative devout Mormon parents (and society in general) have made a lot of progress toward acceptance since I first came out 11 years ago, and I’m genuinely grateful and impressed. But at the same time, I still feel a lot of hurt, and anger, and frustration at how far they (and society) still have to go. Sometimes it can be difficult to find balance between those extremes. It’s been mostly anger this week.
That first one
All the feels