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August 15

So we finally found out what happened on the day that Sebastian’s parents kicked him out. Apparently his dad said something like, “Odio a los jotos! I hate fags!” (Which must’ve sounded weird because his dad has a super thick Mexican accent.) “The two worst things that could happen to a man are that his wife sleeps with another man and that his son is gay. And since tu madre querida, ya se habia revolcado with that guy from the laundrymat and is obviously a whore, there was only one more thing left! You ruined my life. Chingado! Hijo de puta! Get out of my house! I don’t want to see you ever again. You are no son of mine.”

So, yeah, it didn’t go as planned. His mom took a telenovela approach to the situation and told him that she would rather be dead than have a gay son and tried to slit her wrists. Obviously she didn’t really mean to die or else she would have made sure to pick up a real knife and not a butter knife. I had to hold in a laugh at that. A butter knife, really? Who does that? That very night they told Sebastian that he had to leave, and that’s when he called me crying. I woke up my mom and she said it was fine. Even Beto was okay with it. And my brother is not known for his compassion. The only one we didn’t tell was my dad but he probably wouldn’t have noticed anyway.

Sebastian also told me some other things that made me sad. He told me how he had always known he was gay, but how he had tried to be straight. How he stared at boobs and tried to feel something. How he even pretended to have a crush on Sandra. How he prayed every night, pleading, “Make me love girls, make me love girls,” but God didn’t listen. I try to imagine Sebastian on his knees, crying and praying and nobody answering.

I wonder how it must feel to have disappointed your mother so much she would rather kill herself than look at you. Never mind—I don’t want to know.