Hi, I’m Breanna, 17, Texas. But for the most part I go by Max, genderqueer and pansexual I’m as accepting as they come. http://colorhappiness.tumblr.com/
My “parents” on the other hand… Not so much. They somehow found a way into my yahoo account and once inside they found pictures of my lovely girlfriend and myself. Needless to say, they were none too pleased and promptly drug me into the living room to scream at me from 9pm to 3am. Some things they said: “whore” “lower than dirt” “horrible faggot, I hope you burn and rot in hell with your dirty whore” “abomination” “disgrace to the family” “unholy” “selfish” “narcisistic” “how will this look to the church” “how fucked up are you” “are you glad that you’re breaking everyone’s hearts” “I would rather you were dead.” “I would rather cut off your hand than let you stray from the path of God” “I would rather see you knocked up, doing drugs, and dropped out of school.” “Is this because you’re fucked up whore seduced you?” I cried so hard my eyes were swollen for days. I begged and begged to call my father. They granted my wish only a day later of emotional and verbal abuse. During that day and night I couldn’t eat or sleep. I could hardly see from the tears. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Days after my father picked me up, I still couldn’t hold down a meal or sleep well. Emotional abuse is real. It cuts like a knife.
I’m staying with my father for the summer. He lives two hours away from my school so can’t stay during the school year. The reason I can’t change schools is because my school is jerks that won’t transfer my credits correctly because losing me means they lose money. I’d have to start back over as a Sophomore. I’m a Senior. Not happening. So I asked my girrlfriend if I could stay with her family, and although her family accepts her sexuality, they don’t welcome their daughter’s partners into their home for respectable reasons. If I cannot find a place to stay for the school year, I will be forced to return to a house that I dread. A place where my room has been taken away and has been replaced by an old mat behind the couch, where I will have no access to the outside world except when I go to school, where I won’t see my beautiful Ashley… Where I must conform to their wishes and way of thinking or suffer the consequenses, and where they’re forcing me to speak to a “corrective gay counseler” to cure me.
But I’m writing this so my LGBT family knows that no matter how bad things get, that I will love you even if your family doesn’t.