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My Dad loves me to death but still calls me a faggot. It's the only word he knows...gay is foreign to him. As are a lot of other words. That is what happens when you get kicked out of school in the 5th grade and become a self-made man by busting your ass.
Since my brother outed me, the conversation went like this:
Dad: I hear you are a faggot.
Me: Um, yeah, about that...
Dad: I told the guys on the job site that my son is a faggot, but that I love him no matter what.
End of discussion.
Until later he dropped on me that my brother also told him I was planning on getting married. This was back when like one state allowed domestic partnerships.
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