#true confessions

Oh my god, your blog is bringing up some very dark thoughts. I’m bi, but I never came out to my parents. Now I’m wondering what might have happened if I did…

What do you imagine would happen? I’d love to hear what dark fantasies I’ve inspired.

I imagine that my parents might have always had a feeling that something was different, but the not knowing for sure only made it worse for my father, fuelled his fantasies and aggression. He’s always been an aggressive man, very “traditional”, often being openly racist/homophobic at home. But he sometimes has good days. And it would have been on one of those good days that I nervously sat down with him - I would have already told my mother in secret, and she’d be fine with it. But not my dad.

I imagine telling him, “Dad, I’m bisexual. I like girls and boys.” His face would look cold, he’d tell me something like, “No, you’re not. I’m not having my daughter be a filthy dyke.” I’d try to reason with him, explain that I’m still attracted to boys, that I’m not a dyke. But his response would be, “You’re either a dyke, or you’re not. There’s no inbetween. Are you just too stupid to figure it out yet, is that it?” That’s when he’d get up from his chair, walk over to me. That’s when my heart would start to pound. “Do you need me to help you figure it out, hm? Is that why you came to me? You need me to show you how much of a dyke you are? I’ll show you…” That’s when all hell would break loose. I’d be crying, begging, no, Dad, stop it. He’d be pulling me around by my hair, ripping my clothes off me, throwing me down on the coffee table, knocking everything aside, so that he can throw his weight onto me and start to force his way inside my cunt as I sob.

I hope your father reads this, and thinks exactly the same thing about you…

If any other stupid dykes want to confess your fears/fantasies, message me and I’ll share anonymously