Life as a Loced Flower

I’m starting to think that my mom doesn’t really understand that I’m gay. I mean she continually says things about other people like “they can’t be gay their Catholic/Christian/abroad person.” I wanna say honestly mom…what the fuck! But I’m to scared because what if she says some I can’t handle?

How did this start? She came into my room rambling on about something while I was watching “Off the Map” (I don’t have cable and I like Shonda Rhimes) and my mom asked “how I could watch her show after what she do to Isaiah Washington?”

I mean I get that as a black person I’m supposed to be pissed about every injustice done to Black people but what happens when it overlaps with an injustice done to a gay person? What side do I choose? How do I figure out the wrong and right? I mean I don’t condone what Isaiah did at all but I’ve heard people drop the N word and nothing happened to them. I don’t think that he should have said the F but…I don’t know.

Frick! What do I do? Any suggestions?