My step sister is going to homeschool her kids, which will be great for her youngest since she named him Jedidiah. Shockingly someone who named their kid that stopped coming to family gettogerthers after my sister’s kid came out trans.
She was sad she didn’t get invited to my wifes baby shower, even if my niece wasn’t planning on going I still wouldn’t invite her because you can’t just choose to cut out part of the family because you’re a bigot and expect everyone else to still want you around.
My father was uninvited from the yearly family reunion due to him not joining the anti-transgender circle jerk that formed there.
Ironically though I still get emails asking me to come, for the record I am my father’s transgender daughter.
I feel like they either missed a key detail or they’re just not very bright. I’m pretty sure it’s a little column a little column B.
If it wasn’t a 2-hour drive, I would crash it for the free food and just not say anything to anybody.
But I think I could get a bucket from the colonel to myself for just a little bit under what I pay in gas money. Plus that side of my family is so old that all they’re going to bring is fast food anyway. Everyone who was good at cooking is either dead or is too arthritic to do so. A shame, I am a southerner who appreciates the truth of The Stereotype of the home cooked meal.
The only two reasons why I’m not going to go ahead with that plan of just getting a bucket for myself, is that I would probably get a better meal and support a smaller business by getting my eight piece from Church’s Chicken. Well that and it’s going to be a tight month, my car and my switch need to be repaired at the same time. And I only pray Nintendo leaves my fucking Pokemon data intact because it’s not like I could back that up somehow. I mean theoretically it might have been possible if the damn thing would have turned on.
Please pray for the safe return of my shiny Dialga, I gave a good Zacian for it.
Maybe i’m already half asleep, but i love this comment that starts out on topic then drifts into a unrelated rant written in the most entertaining way.
Oh my dear little baby fetus Jesus in the morning, just covered in bacon and smoked Gouda cheese and stapled to a tiny little 3” cross, that made me laugh my ass off and blush at the same time.
I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that they invite you because they think they can “straighten you out”, the garbage they believe is that all kids are straight and cis and it’s down to brainwashing by the deep state Jewish space lasers that anyone would think otherwise.
Transphobic relatives are a lot like war and timeshares. - “The only winning move is not to play.”
It does come in handy when you have that one annoying Uncle who acts like he’s your best buddy, when in reality he’s an annoying asshole who doesn’t even give a shit about your company, he just wants to feel young by being “A bro” around the young’uns…
Second my Uncle Wes found out I was trans, he finally shut the fuck up and just quietly keeps his distance. It has… actually made him easier to tolerate. Now his son, my cousin, on the other hand… Not so much.
I have nothing against Christians, one of my best friends is a devout Catholic, sharp as a whip too, got his doctorate in Mathematics and is a huge nerd when it comes to numbers, but… I have about as much patience for Young Earth Creationists and Biblical Literalists as they do for me.
I nearly slapped that child one Thanksgiving when I casually mentioned the existence of dinosaurs while everyone was talking about Jurassic World (Had recently come out), but see, I made the mistake of talking about dinosaurs like they were real animals that once existed instead of Hollywood monsters made up by Liberal Media… So he starts chanting “THE BIG BANG IS A FAERIE TALE! NOT A THEORY!” (despite the fact that a Priest was the one who came up with the Big Bang…), over and over until I “apologize to Jesus” for my “blasphemy”
I don’t, I just let him keep doing that while I just dig into some Mashed Potatoes, eventually his mom, my Aunt has to coax him into just shutting the fuck up. The dinner table was quiet after that and I spent the rest of the day locked in my room.
I honestly hate that kid (He’s just becoming a teenager now, my mom had kids way before my aunt did), but it’s clear his Dad messed him up… At this point his Mom understands the problem, has more or less given up on religion altogether (Which tbh, kinda sucks, I hate it when extremists ruin belief systems for everybody else… I’m not a Christian, but fuck, the idea of a Loving God is a wonderful coping mechanism with how terrible the reality of the world is) and is quietly doing the “Grin and bear it for the kid till he’s 18” thing.
Still good for my Aunt I guess, she used to be a fanatic like the rest of them, my hobby used to be casually trolling her by mentioning which characters in “Current Popular Thing” were gay, just to watch her freak out… But… after seeing the damage her husband’s “Let’s just go ALL IN on the worst interpretation of Jesus possible!” has done to her kid, she’s chilled out quite a bit. Typically I see her without her husband and kid these days, she plans weekends where she comes down to get away from him, which she usually spends getting drunk on red wine, watching movies, and being good company.
I do hope the kid’s rude awakening when he goes into the real world isn’t too terrible, I’d like to see him snap out of it and realize what a monster his father is, but I’d hate to see him jump to the opposite extreme and become a “Reddit Atheist” ya know?
(Note: This aunt and uncle are on my mom’s side, the reunion people are on my dad’s side, which is why my Uncle remembers, but my dad’s side apparently doesn’t)
There are times I’m glad to come from a small family, the drama is similar but there’s just less of it.
And yeah, people do come around. I didn’t talk to my mum at all for 12 years, and it was a very slow restart, whereas now she refers to my enby partner as an essential part of the family, and loves when we come to visit.
There’s other relatives I cut out and don’t intend on reconnecting with, but at least it wasn’t all of them.
My father was uninvited from the yearly family reunion due to him not joining the anti-transgender circle jerk that formed there.
Ironically though I still get emails asking me to come, for the record I am my father’s transgender daughter.
I might be misreading your situation, but just from this limited context, your father seems to have his priorities straight. Feel free to tell him that a random internet stranger thinks good of him.
My step sister is going to homeschool her kids, which will be great for her youngest since she named him Jedidiah. Shockingly someone who named their kid that stopped coming to family gettogerthers after my sister’s kid came out trans.
She was sad she didn’t get invited to my wifes baby shower, even if my niece wasn’t planning on going I still wouldn’t invite her because you can’t just choose to cut out part of the family because you’re a bigot and expect everyone else to still want you around.
My father was uninvited from the yearly family reunion due to him not joining the anti-transgender circle jerk that formed there.
Ironically though I still get emails asking me to come, for the record I am my father’s transgender daughter.
I feel like they either missed a key detail or they’re just not very bright. I’m pretty sure it’s a little column a little column B.
If it wasn’t a 2-hour drive, I would crash it for the free food and just not say anything to anybody.
But I think I could get a bucket from the colonel to myself for just a little bit under what I pay in gas money. Plus that side of my family is so old that all they’re going to bring is fast food anyway. Everyone who was good at cooking is either dead or is too arthritic to do so. A shame, I am a southerner who appreciates the truth of The Stereotype of the home cooked meal.
The only two reasons why I’m not going to go ahead with that plan of just getting a bucket for myself, is that I would probably get a better meal and support a smaller business by getting my eight piece from Church’s Chicken. Well that and it’s going to be a tight month, my car and my switch need to be repaired at the same time. And I only pray Nintendo leaves my fucking Pokemon data intact because it’s not like I could back that up somehow. I mean theoretically it might have been possible if the damn thing would have turned on.
Please pray for the safe return of my shiny Dialga, I gave a good Zacian for it.
Maybe i’m already half asleep, but i love this comment that starts out on topic then drifts into a unrelated rant written in the most entertaining way.
ADHD Storytelling
Oh my dear little baby fetus Jesus in the morning, just covered in bacon and smoked Gouda cheese and stapled to a tiny little 3” cross, that made me laugh my ass off and blush at the same time.
For extra fun. Read it in the Skyrim Female Argonian voice
I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that they invite you because they think they can “straighten you out”, the garbage they believe is that all kids are straight and cis and it’s down to brainwashing by the deep state Jewish space lasers that anyone would think otherwise.
For your own sake, best to stay away.
Honestly, I think you’re overthinking it. I legitimately believe that they actually forgot I was transgender due to how not often they see me.
Well, that’s a … win?
Transphobic relatives are a lot like war and timeshares. - “The only winning move is not to play.”
It does come in handy when you have that one annoying Uncle who acts like he’s your best buddy, when in reality he’s an annoying asshole who doesn’t even give a shit about your company, he just wants to feel young by being “A bro” around the young’uns…
Second my Uncle Wes found out I was trans, he finally shut the fuck up and just quietly keeps his distance. It has… actually made him easier to tolerate. Now his son, my cousin, on the other hand… Not so much.
I have nothing against Christians, one of my best friends is a devout Catholic, sharp as a whip too, got his doctorate in Mathematics and is a huge nerd when it comes to numbers, but… I have about as much patience for Young Earth Creationists and Biblical Literalists as they do for me.
I nearly slapped that child one Thanksgiving when I casually mentioned the existence of dinosaurs while everyone was talking about Jurassic World (Had recently come out), but see, I made the mistake of talking about dinosaurs like they were real animals that once existed instead of Hollywood monsters made up by Liberal Media… So he starts chanting “THE BIG BANG IS A FAERIE TALE! NOT A THEORY!” (despite the fact that a Priest was the one who came up with the Big Bang…), over and over until I “apologize to Jesus” for my “blasphemy”
I don’t, I just let him keep doing that while I just dig into some Mashed Potatoes, eventually his mom, my Aunt has to coax him into just shutting the fuck up. The dinner table was quiet after that and I spent the rest of the day locked in my room.
I honestly hate that kid (He’s just becoming a teenager now, my mom had kids way before my aunt did), but it’s clear his Dad messed him up… At this point his Mom understands the problem, has more or less given up on religion altogether (Which tbh, kinda sucks, I hate it when extremists ruin belief systems for everybody else… I’m not a Christian, but fuck, the idea of a Loving God is a wonderful coping mechanism with how terrible the reality of the world is) and is quietly doing the “Grin and bear it for the kid till he’s 18” thing.
Still good for my Aunt I guess, she used to be a fanatic like the rest of them, my hobby used to be casually trolling her by mentioning which characters in “Current Popular Thing” were gay, just to watch her freak out… But… after seeing the damage her husband’s “Let’s just go ALL IN on the worst interpretation of Jesus possible!” has done to her kid, she’s chilled out quite a bit. Typically I see her without her husband and kid these days, she plans weekends where she comes down to get away from him, which she usually spends getting drunk on red wine, watching movies, and being good company.
I do hope the kid’s rude awakening when he goes into the real world isn’t too terrible, I’d like to see him snap out of it and realize what a monster his father is, but I’d hate to see him jump to the opposite extreme and become a “Reddit Atheist” ya know?
(Note: This aunt and uncle are on my mom’s side, the reunion people are on my dad’s side, which is why my Uncle remembers, but my dad’s side apparently doesn’t)
There are times I’m glad to come from a small family, the drama is similar but there’s just less of it.
And yeah, people do come around. I didn’t talk to my mum at all for 12 years, and it was a very slow restart, whereas now she refers to my enby partner as an essential part of the family, and loves when we come to visit.
There’s other relatives I cut out and don’t intend on reconnecting with, but at least it wasn’t all of them.
I might be misreading your situation, but just from this limited context, your father seems to have his priorities straight. Feel free to tell him that a random internet stranger thinks good of him.
No you understand the situation perfectly.
Jedidiah? Like 2 D’s JeDidiah??
It’s a name.