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Same.
and quite sad as well
This was an adorable blog.
Do you not know how time works? And why shouldn’t I talk about it? Who even are you?
I don’t think it counts as still talking about it when the last reply was 7 months ago.
I’m unable to help anyone and I’m still sad about it, just not enough to go and turn my life around. Says a lot about me as a person, unfortunately.
Closed Closets is still an adorable pony. Last update to the blog was 3 weeks ago, the one before that was a year ago. I know how that is.
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your still talking about this? why?
Ok my dad’s dad was an idiot. All he ever did was chase sexy women and get drunk. Eww gross!
He’s a complete bastard trust me he deserves far worse he’s done things things I won’t discuss here.
Wow!
It’ll be sad if my grandmother dies sure but if the old man were to die I’d dance on his grave while chugging a pint.
That will be sad if your grandparents die. Most importantly sweeping your feet the bad way might give you some time to think about the things they say. They say crap sometimes.
I hope that things get better, or at the very least not get worse, and that we both live long enough to become old and senile.
Trust me, if I had the money and the place, I’d be that person to save you. But the real world isn’t a fairy tale, and not everyone gets a happy ending. Still, it doesn’t mean that you never will.
Hey if someone wants to come and sweep me off my feet I wouldn’t complain but I know that’s not going to happen so I’m stuck till my grandparents die then well I guess I will too.
Drinking is a band-aid on a bullet wound, and it’s probably not good for you in the long run. I really hope you find an escape because there are tons of people out there that are not homophobic and would give you the life you deserve, not the one you have.
I drink.
Jesus Christ, how do you stay positive in such a hellhole? I’d have fucking killed myself or someone long ago.
Unfortunately that’s not how life works which sucks and I didn’t come out my father found out and told everyone he knew.
I might as well just go ahead and tell my whole story.
When I was three my mother tried to abandon me on the side of the road I walked till I found a house and the guy living there knew my grandmother after my grandmother found out what happened she got into a fight with my mother and got custody of me my mother left my father shortly after, my father blamed me for the divorce.
When I was nine my father found out I was gay and told me he would “fix me” and he stuck my hand under his rocking chair and broke three of my fingers, he told his buddies what he had done to me and they all said he was doing gods work and that it was an act of salvation.
After that my father liked to pick me up by my arm and punch me in the stomach and knock the wind out of me if I made a noise when he did that hed tell me to shut the fuck up and punch me in the mouth Ive been knocked out twice from that.
He ended up telling everyone he knew I was gay and I was told to stay away from the other kids by their parents I couldnt play with other kids or else the parents would tell me to leave one even dragged me away by my hair and threatened to kill me if he ever saw me again, at school no one would talk to me they always just said “Im not supposed to talk to you” or “go away faggot” my teachers wouldnt even address me by my real name and I had to fight a lot in school.
People drive past my house sometimes and shout homophobic slurs and throw trash in my yard and have nearly been run over and no one will hire me in this area but I dont have a license or a car to go anywhere else because no one cares enough to take me to get it.
My grandfather wishes my father had killed me when I was younger he constantly yells at me and blames me for everything and hes always forcing me to do everything I only get a break during the nights when hes asleep.
Seems like a common story for any young LGBT person. You either have to stay deep in the closet like me you get extra hatred like you because of bigots, usually parents or grandparents.
Life would be easier if people thought beyond racism, sexism, transphobia, and homophobia.
He’s still around and he’s still a pain in the ass and I have to take care of my grandfather who hates me I can’t leave the house and we’re flat broke.
I’m really really sorry to hear that. I hope you got away from him and that your life is going a lot better now. Can’t imagine what you’ve been though.
My father was abusive especially when he found out I was gay.
I can’t prove it one way or another, but I’m pretty sure at a young age my dad let me know that not being straight wasn’t an option if I wanted to continue living with my family. Since I haven’t had real life friends or got that close to anyone it hasn’t been an issue.
If I ever did have kids somehow, I’d try to be really supportive of them and not put them though anything like that.
There’s just something about being gay and having a horrible father isn’t there?