My mom's homophobic, even if she doesn't realize it. But not...like...a Homophobe, you know what I mean? She's a “love the sinner, hate the sin” homophobe. A “marriage is between man and a woman, but if they want a civil union, that's okay” homophobe. A “I use my one lesbian friend as a rhetorical shield… Continue reading In Which the Mother of a Queer Person Continues to Fail at Irony
So it's the middle of summer. Here, in Texas, that of course means we're just in phase 1 of a multi-phase summer process. My personal summer began right at the end of spring, however. When I bought a pair of shorts.
And it's really a very fascinating thing, isn't it? That even in settings that present us with a sort of infinite biological possibility, we still hinge on human-centric interactions in regards to gender and sexuality, particularly ones with heteronormative bents.
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