I’m thankful for the one year anniversary of
I came out to my parents when they discovered gay porn on my computer while I was at my friend Nicole’s house… choreographing a hip hop dance.
I was shocked because I thought they already knew but, I got a call while I was like, mid shoulder-brush, from my mother being like, “Where are you?” and I was like “ Mmmm I’m at Nicole’s house!” and she was like, “You need to come home now.” And I went home.
I can’t believe i’m telling this story.
Anyway, I went home after we finished the dance.
She drove me home in her Infiniti SUV (boujee) and I walked into the house and it’s pitch black, and I just see the like back-lit shadow of my mother in the corner of the kitchen just like…
(angry/disappointed mom stance)
She brings me down, and rather than having a nice “let’s talk about this”, she starts like bringing up, she starts like opening up all the websites and I don’t know what to do and I’m just going: “Ew what is that? That’s disgusting!”
Meanwhile I’m like,“Yep Tuesday, yep Wednesday, uh, Thursday I didn’t do anything, and Friday.”
And like my dad comes downstairs in his tightey-whiteys and is like “Bran, if it’s yours, just tell us.”
Well, hold on, hold on.
They found this like weird fax, like a document that nobody recognized and I was like: “Well, obviously someone’s hacked into our computer!”