me, pacing back and forth preparing myself to come out as trans to my parents: oh god oh god oh god
my mom: sweetie you don't need to worry, if you're going to say you're gay we love and support you.
me, too nervous to have any filter about anything other than being trans: what no i'm bi¹ that's not what this is about
my mom:
me: i'm freaking out because i'm trans not because i also like women and am one.
my mom: so...do you...want to wear dresses then?
me:
my mom: or do you like skirts

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1. i'm a lesbian now