Anyone who says about another person, “I hope s/he gets abused so that I’m proven correct,” is a gigantic piece of shit who will never find real love. And doesn’t deserve to, until they get huge amounts of therapy and improve as a human.

I was given a very specific (but non-inclusive) list of people I was not allowed to bring home. That included any and all women, naturally, but also included any and all men of any colour darker than germanic-european-white, and indeed any men of a religion other than young-earth-creationists.

Breaking any of these rules while still living in the house would have meant my expulsion from the house. I’d like to say my mom wouldn’t have allowed him to kick me out but I really don’t know.

Exactly why I never came out to my parents. I think they knew, since my stepfather would semi regularly tell me that if I came out as gay he would kick me out of the house.

Jokes on him, he’s dead now and I’m still bisexual.