so this might be Too Angsty for this blog sorry but like
Maybe we should stop telling young LGBT+ kids who have come out their family and faced horrible rejection and hatred that their family will “come around eventually.” Maybe we should stop encouraging them to continue to picture their parents as some sort of Wise Beings who will Learn Someday and No Longer Hate Them.
Because not everybody’s parents “come around,” and not everyone wants their parents to come around. Parents are regular people who are capable of just as much evil as any other person, even if it’s directed at their own children. Parents are no magically enlightened people who will slowly come to understand homophobia/transphobia from their child’s struggles.
And telling some vulnerable child who has just been told by their parents that they’re going to hell, sinning, a freak, unloved, hated, or a mistake or whatever else that “Don’t worry!! Your parents hate you now and want you dead but someday maybe they won’t think you’re the scum of the Earth and everything will be hunky dory :)” isn’t going to help that child.
When you’re grieving the loss of your parents’ love, the last thing you need to be told is to “be patient.” Any parent who tells their child that they are unwanted and unloved has forfeited their right to patience.
Especially because what if the child’s parents don’t come around? What if the 13 year old who came out to his parents as a trans boy waits and waits for his parents to decide to help him pay for surgery, for years, thinking that they’ll “come around” because “no parent could hate their kid that much” realizes that his parents won’t help him with hormones, won’t help him with surgery, won’t call him by his real name, won’t use the right pronouns, and continue to misgender him? What happens when he has to come to terms with the fact that his parents won’t “come around,” that he’ll have to find a job and move out if he wants to be himself, that his parents won’t want to see him get married or keep updated with his life. Do you just tell him to keep hoping? Hoping that one day his parents will say “sorry we’ve been transphobic shits all these years. Buy you a beer to make up for it?”
Because I know I don’t want my parents to come around anymore. There isn’t anything they can do to me to make me want to forgive them, to make me want to have them in my life any more than I absolutely have to for my own survival. And if they did “come around” and try to apologize, I wouldn’t want it.
Imagine being told that the universe is full of light. Once you open your eyes, the light will guide you and comfort you in your darkest moments. Now, imagine realizing that the light exists, but that you’re blind, you’ve always been blind, and you’re never going to see anything.
» Theron Shan, The Lost Suns
“I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?” Samantha turned in the queue to face the older man. He was at least in his late fifties, with a greying beard that needed a good comb and clothes that were two sizes too small for him. He looked like his mother dressed him in his twenties and he’d never bothered to renew his wardrobe.
His eyes were cold as he addressed her, it felt like he was looking through her. “Move aside lady” he repeated. “Actually this is a line and I was here first, so you can wait your turn behind me” Samantha said, her voice was stern but not at all lifted. It was as if her words had evaporated the moment they left her mouth, without hesitation the man pushed past her.
Samantha was quick on the ball and moved in front of him, standing her ground. This disgruntled him, he huffed and spoke again “when will you goddamn women know your place, you belong at the back of the line. Men first.”
“Know my place? Know my place?!” The lava spilled over the top and the words came crashing out of her mouth. Samantha went from 0 to 60, too full of opinion to stay quiet. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Have you been asleep the last fifty years? Welcome to the present, where men and women are equals. You and your backdated ideas are what’s wrong with today’s society, Don’t stand there and sneer at me, and don’t shove me aside. That’s fucking man handling you ass..”
“Miss is there a problem?” A mousy haired girl in her mid twenties emerged from the back of shop. It was at this point that Samantha realised what a scene she had been making. The customers around her were all watching. “Yes there is actually” Samantha lowered her voice only a fraction, too stubborn to let the issue completely drop. “This man thinks that he can cut the queue just because I’m a woman and I need to ‘know my place’”
The shop assistant was brilliant. She explained to the man that they didn’t stand for sexist behaviour in their shop and that if he wanted to be served he’d have to wait in line like everybody else. She then made sure to serve Samantha herself, trying her hardest to be as cheery and friendly as she could.
By the time Sammy got out of the shop she could feel her stomach churning. It was a mix of emotions. Pure anger, as the feminist inside her was ready to march the streets. But also a rush of anxiety, and a sickness that came from being intimidated by him.
There was a sense of déja vu. It was too much like home, too much like her father. Too much. Just..too much. Sam found a side street and leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath.
“So much for retail therapy” she mumbled, clenching her fists in an attempt to stop her hands from shaking.
So I know I said that I was gonna upload every Friday but I really want to give you guys some more so you can expect an extra little chapter sometime between now and next Friday! Also, I know I had said that this is going to be an angsty fanfic and it is, don’t worry its just I haven’t got to the really angsty bit yet so enjoy some fluff just now. I have a nice idea of how this fanfic is going to pan out so I hope you enjoy this next chapter and look forward to the next one -Kat x
As you walked, the green blades of grass slide between your toes. The surrounding forest was luscious and bright. Apart from the birds singing and the leaves rustling in the wind, all was silent. You didn’t know where you were going but you were being guided somewhere by an unknown being. As you reached a small stream, there he was standing on the other side of the water. He hadn’t noticed you as he was too busy studying one of the many flowers growing. “Baekhyun!” you called out. He turned around quickly and showed you one of his sweetest smiles. Somehow you didn’t notice the small wooden footbridge leading over the stream. You began walking and so did he. The both of you met in the middle of the bridge and he took your hands in his. “Baekh-” he quickly shushed you with his finger. He then leaned in and placed his soft lips atop of yours. In the far distance, you could hear a familiar voice calling your name. You pulled away from Baekhyun and looked around confused. When you turned back around he was gone. You felt slight panic at his sudden disappearance. “Baekhyun?” your voice was quiet and soft. “Baekhyun where are you? Baekhyun come back!” Your heart began to beat rapidly. A breeze began to pick up and the sky darkened. “Baekhyun!” you were screaming now and he was nowhere to be seen. You felt like crying so you ran. You ran and ran as fast as your legs could take you. Rain began to pour down as you continued to run through the tall trees. Loud thunderclaps tore through the sky.