My mom knows, sure. She's fine with it, talks about it every now and then, but doesn't bring it up often. I think she knows I won't grow out of it, and really, I was more distraught about it than she was when she found out, I was only 11 at the time. :/
She doesn't talk about it much, except every now and then, like at the beginning of the year when I began to do my hair more often and wore better clothes and stuff. She was like, 'What's up with you? Is there a boy you like?'
'Is there a girl?'
It makes me really uncomfortable when she talks about it, actually. I know how judgemental people can be towards people who are LGBT, and I just don't want her to think any less of me.
But I know she doesn't. I think I saw an example of the fact that she sees me just the same today.
Though I wish I hadn't. :/
Dinner table conversation. You see, I live on the same land as some of my family. Right now, me, my aunt, two cousins, my mom my brother and my stepdad are living in one house, and my grandma, two uncles and my great grandma are living in the other.
We take advantage of our company, and have dinner together rather often. Today was no exception. Unfortunately. Someone said something about gay people protesting something or other, sorry I don't really keep up with the news on that stuff, though I really should. Been kind of preoccupied with school mostly, lately.
Anyhow, to put things simply, the table launched into a moral debate because my uncle decided to put his two cents in, deciding to let everyone at the table know that he thought being gay was wrong and blah blah blah, claiming he's 'only met two people in my entire life that were gay that I ever liked'.
Apparently he thinks we're all filthy horrible people and some bullshit to that effect.
Well! Mom decides to say, 'Do you think Ashley is a good person?'
Oh god no...
'Did you know SHE is gay?'
I could've cried. Sure, SHE knew, but she and my stepdad were about the only two people out of the ELEVEN other people there.
I REALLY didn't want her to go there, because I'm REALLY uncomfortable with telling my family that yet, I'm just not ready for them to know.
Now they all know, and on top of that, my uncle decided to continue gay-bashing until my grandma got angry and told him to shut his ugly mouth, and I left the table.
I officially renounce him as my uncle.
Never like him anyways. :P