My mother is literally so fucking supportive??? Like???
I said I was ace, she bought me cake,
I came out as aro, she gave me garlic bread,
I said I was fluid, she gave me a hat to hide my hair and addresses me as "My Little Enby" unless otherwise specified.
Not to mention my aunt and her boyfriend teamed up with her and now I have an army of pins and a giant flag over my door like a curtain of queer.
I told Dad and he said it was never too late to learn and adapt, as the world was always changing.
This is parenting.
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