My boyfriend broke up. He’s trans. I never even got to tell my parents he is. They still refer to him with his deadname and it kills me but I’m too much of a pussy to tell them I’m gay. If I did, they might just say “You’re not even gay, she’s not even a man”, and I think that scares me most, more than them hating me. I don’t blame him, the breakup hasn’t been messy, I’m just disappointed in myself. Percy, if you’re reading this, I really do wish the best for you. You don’t need drugs or alcohol to feel good, even if it’s hard with family or anything, maybe I’m too privileged to say that. But I love you. Bye.
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