Once I came out to my parents, I could tell that they started to say certain things to try and connect with me. I was still their daughter and they still loved me very much, but after I told them, there was a new part of me that they didn’t quite understand. With that new part, there became a need to reconnect with all of me. Although my parents are lovely people and never try to be purposely offensive, they are human. Humans, including myself, can say things we don’t mean. Since some of their older stances on certain issues can be offensive, I try to educate them. I try to teach them why they should avoid certain language and views and what exactly it means to be me. It’s not much, but it’s about the small moments. I realize the intolerance of others, at times, ignites my own intolerance of bigotry, ignorance, and hate. Nevertheless, I have to keep a level head or else I’m no better than all of that. Sometimes I get quite scared thinking about the heteronormativity of the world we live in, the notion that everything has to fit into these little boxes or else it cannot be right. In an intimate relationship between two women, there is no need for a man and vice versa. This is a concept that continues to blow people away. The expectation that there …show more content…
When I started to figure out who I was, I didn’t think that I was signing up to be the wise teacher of the ignorant. I don’t want to be responsible for correcting all the homophobic things that I hear, and yet I feel like I am. How is it not irresponsible of me to not take action in some type of way? So, in order to ease my guilty conscience, I try my best to do what I can. I truly believe that in order to be able to move past homophobia in this society we have to be willing to teach and educate ourselves on the matter. My willingness to teach is just as important as someone else’s willingness to