Last night, I was out with two sisters and my dad. The night was going well, until…
Last night, I went to Gender SAFE at 6, and PFLAG at 7. I was with my dad, as he was my transportation and I needed to get there.
So Kelly, Christina, and my dad and I met at Village Inn on accident, and I figured what the hell, let’s sit together.
Conversation started okay. There were the Tigers on one screen, bowling on another, and we were having fun. Pictures were taken, we were laughing and having fun.
All of a sudden, my dad looks at Christina and says “you still have masculine features,” or some transphobic shit like that, and the night soured. Christina looked like she was trying to hold it together, I was embarrassed, and Kelly wanted to slug my dad. Anyway you look at it, all three of us were thinking “SHUT THE HELL UP” at that moment, and none of us wanted to make a scene.
I get home and I get a message saying my dad’s comments were mean and hurtful. I knew. So I ripped into him, saying “just because you have an opinion, doesn’t mean anyone needs to hear it, and let’s face it, your opinion doesn’t count for anything.” He got defensive. I didn’t care. I kept pressing.
This morning, I let Kelly know I ripped into my dad and left him a new hole. I sent Christina a message saying she is loved and supported. I hope with Kelly and Christina, I can have a girls’ night where Captain Jackass can’t interfere soon.
But dammit, next time, I need to shut that shit down. Even if it’s not in the most tactful manner. The list of things I should have said is long. Wanted to tee off and say “a tree is producing oxygen so you can breathe. I think you owe it an apology.” Something like that. Stand up for your sister. I felt attacked too.