You had a homophobic father, he always gave indications that he was by making comments at dinner/breakfast/snack, I mean all day and always.

You had to go with him to a dinner with his friends/acquaintances from the place where he worked.

While you ate you let Axel, one of your dad's friends, discreetly caress your hair.

Your dad said homophobic and classist things but what he didn't know is that his friend Axel had been making you bite the pillows on his bed for a long time.