This week I sat on the couch in silence as my dad questioned my mum’s choice to put a marriage equality filter on her profile picture. He said the boys at breakfast called him out for being in the photo. What I wanted to do was question him for being a self-centred bigot BUT, I didn’t. I haven’t even told anyone I’m gay yet.
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind. Major works due, a biology assessment, high school creeping towards its end, and the entire fucking country playing a shitty game of football with my human rights.