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These are the perfect comebacks for homophobic family members at Thanksgiving

Aunt: 'God isn't okay with gay marriage' Me: 'But he's okay with your two divorces?'

These are the perfect comebacks for homophobic family members at Thanksgiving
Don't mess with these people

Forcing yourself to relate to people that you’re actually related to is hard, and that’s what happens for a lot of people at Thanksgiving.

That dinner around the table with homophobic, biphobic or transphobic relatives is made even worse when you’re expected to shut up and keep the peace.

Well, sometimes you can’t keep quiet, and you’ve got to give a little back.

These people on Twitter have the right idea.


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    Mia Story says:

    be thankful you have a family to come back to. thanksgiving came and went and i heard nothing from my ex, daughter or son. as a parent i eternally forgive my children for their shunning me and hope that eventually they will say hello to me. just a hello would be nice. knowing i am transgender has been a great relief for me, and if the price was losing my family so be it. my feeling about homophobic parents is please be easy on them. caring and love will conquer an illness much faster than snark and wit. surely you want your parent to have that opportunity to love you? eventually a parent may come out of the alienation of malformed tradition. that is because we as a society are sick; all of us. and we as a society must cure outselves together or not at all. love those who hate you, offer kindness and understanding to those who persecute you, even if that persecution is a tiny thing. you won’t regret giving even a small kindness, even in the face of spite.

    Divine Grace says:

    How’s all of that sweet patient understanding helping you swallow an entire turkey without so much as a hello? Because my helping would be at least a little bitter.

    Jon Bond says:

    My Homophobic Father And I Having Yet Another Discussion About My Homosexuality (And His!): Father: When are you going to get married? Me: That depends on your definition of marriage, dad. Father: What? Me: Although I have traditional values, I shall not marry traditionally. Father: What do you mean? Me: I want to get married, just not in the way that YOU might expect it, that’s all. Father: Well, which WAY is it then that you intend to marry? Me: Oh, dad, you really need to grow up. You already know the truth. I bat for the other team. Father: What does that mean? Me: As if you didn’t know? Father: No, I don’t know. What does that mean? Me: It means that I bat for Men’s baseball, not Women’s softball. Father: What?! Me: In the arena/area of relationships in life, I prefer Oscar Meyer Beef Franks to Mrs. Winners’ Fish-N-Chips! Father: Still don’t get it. Me: Or NOT getting it, as the case may be! Which is obviously the problem, right? Father: What the hell do you mean by that? Me: Me thinks you doth protest too much, dad. Father: Now, you’ve lost me. Me: Have I? Then why do you continue to ask me questions about my sexual life if you’re not interested in it in the first place yourself, dad? Father: Ummmmm…well…can’t a dad hope the best for his son? Me: We only trick-or-treat for what it is we truly like. Discarding the candy we don’t want and eating the candy that we do. Father: What does that mean? Me: People only joke about, lash out about, and/or ask questions about things in which they are more than a little bit curious about within themselves. Father: Are you saying that I am curious about my own latent homosexuality? No way! I’m not gay! Me: Yeah, right. So they all say. You brought it up, dad, not me. But now that you’ve mentioned it, yes. Father: I think I need a drink. Me: No. What you really need is to grow up!” P.S. My dad and I haven’t spoken again in many years. It’s pretty sad, that’s all. He’s a coward! He lost his first born son too. That would be me… By: Jon Bond (C.) 11.2015

    Larry Jones says:

    Cousin on his fifth marriage: “When are you going to get married?” Me (in front of my grandparents): “When I get damned good and ready.” (The room got very silent for awhile–but nobody ever asked me that again.)