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Secret 16
Mother. Father.
I'm not going to change. I hope you realize that.
It's not as though I'm split down the middle.
There's no Gay me and no Straight me.
I'm bisexual.
Why can't you accept him?
I love him.
I trust him.
I want to always be with him.
Jones makes me happy in ways you can't begin to comprehend.
He is all that I need.
The day he told me he loved me, the day I told him I loved him...
I thought I was going to pop, I was so happy.
The day we first had sex, the night that I first had sex with him...
He'd dressed in drag to church.
You would have killed us both if you knew.
I love him.
He doesn't care what people think, or how people see him.
But he cares about me.
He was sick, pretty recently.
I was so scared.
He had such a high fever...I didn't know how to help him, and that terrified me.
Because I can't bear to lose him.
So if you're still wondering why I'm always at Jinna's, it's because I've picked him over you.
You can't 'cure' me.
This isn't a 'phase'.
And you need to stop hating him.
He didn't change me.
He didn't "corrupt" me.
He isn't a horrible person because he doesn't "Have any straight in him."
He is love.
So start to accept him.
Let him into the house.
Give him a hug, and thank him when he makes brownies, because he never enters a house empty-handed.
Compliment his nails.
Recognize how much he craves your acceptance.
Understand that he puts a huge effort into looking neat and tidy when he sees you.
Hell, last time he went to our house, he died his hair brown, so he'd look conservative.
He loves me.
He's always shown me that.
I don't want you to break him.
Last week, when we went to brunch with you, your indifference crushed him.
When we got home, he kicked off his shoes, and muttered "My Gran always told me that when you get him, you get his family. I'm not sure I can handle yours."
If you hurt him so much, I swear to the God that you so love, he won't get my family.
Because the two of you will no longer be my family.
Keep that in mind.
With all the love that I can spare you,
Your son.
I'm not going to change. I hope you realize that.
It's not as though I'm split down the middle.
There's no Gay me and no Straight me.
I'm bisexual.
Why can't you accept him?
I love him.
I trust him.
I want to always be with him.
Jones makes me happy in ways you can't begin to comprehend.
He is all that I need.
The day he told me he loved me, the day I told him I loved him...
I thought I was going to pop, I was so happy.
The day we first had sex, the night that I first had sex with him...
He'd dressed in drag to church.
You would have killed us both if you knew.
I love him.
He doesn't care what people think, or how people see him.
But he cares about me.
He was sick, pretty recently.
I was so scared.
He had such a high fever...I didn't know how to help him, and that terrified me.
Because I can't bear to lose him.
So if you're still wondering why I'm always at Jinna's, it's because I've picked him over you.
You can't 'cure' me.
This isn't a 'phase'.
And you need to stop hating him.
He didn't change me.
He didn't "corrupt" me.
He isn't a horrible person because he doesn't "Have any straight in him."
He is love.
So start to accept him.
Let him into the house.
Give him a hug, and thank him when he makes brownies, because he never enters a house empty-handed.
Compliment his nails.
Recognize how much he craves your acceptance.
Understand that he puts a huge effort into looking neat and tidy when he sees you.
Hell, last time he went to our house, he died his hair brown, so he'd look conservative.
He loves me.
He's always shown me that.
I don't want you to break him.
Last week, when we went to brunch with you, your indifference crushed him.
When we got home, he kicked off his shoes, and muttered "My Gran always told me that when you get him, you get his family. I'm not sure I can handle yours."
If you hurt him so much, I swear to the God that you so love, he won't get my family.
Because the two of you will no longer be my family.
Keep that in mind.
With all the love that I can spare you,
Your son.