Damn Catholic Family

Gay runs in the family. My grandmother is gay, lesbian. My Dad's older sister, my aunt, is gay, lesbian. My older guy cousin is gay, my older female cousin is gay, lesbian. I'm gay, lesbian.

My grandmother was married at 29 to a man twelve years older, against her desire to marry. Choice A, get married. Choice B, disinherited and cut off. I don't need to tell you what her mental state is.

My aunt was given the choice at 19. Choice A, get married. Choice B disinherited, cut off. She married a man eight years older. She's a basket case.

My older cousin, gay, ran away to Oregon, hooked up with a gay nurse guy. Disinherited, cut off, ostracized from family. My older lesbian cousin, she agreed to get married before she was forced to. And now my turn. She's a passive lesbian. I'm not. I'm active, a dyke like my aunt. Getting married is out of the question. I married a girl, a really nice girl, under false premises in order that I can't be forced to marry some older male.

I've been given two options. Marry a man, or disinherited, ostracized, cut off. The man has already been selected. I can't spend my life washing dishes because I'm a fucking lesbian.

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