So last week I asked some questions about taking my first flight. I flew out to see my father on friday and came home this afternoon. The actual flying part of the trip was the least scary part. I slept the whole time pretty much. I’m sure I annoyed my fellow passengers will all my snoring. Oh well.
Staying with my Dad on the other hand was a bit more frightening. My father has hit peak White Trash, which is odd because he is Puerto Rican. I found out that he has 2 guns. and conceal carry permit. He also a pocket knife that he uses for everything and has no problem just whipping out it randomly. Some Mike Brown and #BLM came up and he wouldn’t listen to anything I had to say on the matter. He has two Black children, and worked as a prison guard dealing with mostly Black prison yet, he doesn’t understand why the Black Lives Matter Movement exists. He thinks Darren Wilson is a hero.
I found out that my father is incredibly Islamphobic and if he had superpowers he would take on Isis single handly. Well I’m more than a bit glad that he doesn’t have superpowers. He also believes that rapture is happening soon, and he is scared that he might be one of the people left behind. Growing up all I heard about was end of the world. I don’t my Dad will ever know how much his belifes effected me.
Back in when I was in high school I came out as bi. He had a huge hissy fit about it and I had apologize so the whole trip to see him wouldn’t be ruined. On Sunday he decided to make me read about Sodom and Gomorrah, out loud. I think he forgot that I came out. It was aweful that I felt like I had to read that.
It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, mostly because I kept my mouth shut. I only got up set about the whole Mike Brown thing. I’m just glad to be home.