Grandparents are Weird

My grandmother’s a strange woman. Wonderful, but strange. She’s very much an embodiment of the Christian adage “love the sinner, hate the sin”. When I first told her I was attracted to women, she told me the same thing she told my gay cousin “I love you dearly, but I don’t agree with your choices. Also I don’t want you to get AIDs and die.” Cute the warm and fuzzies, right?

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