Nov. 2, 1980-something.

You liked guys, you always had. You also like girls, but that's not the current topic. You walked downstairs, seeing your dad in his tightie whities sitting in his chair, like usual. You wanted to tell him, so you just thought fuck it. "By the way, dad, I like guys and girls." You said, fidgeting with your hands with a nervous look on your face. "Shut up, you moron, I'm watching the game! Go tell your mom." Clearly, he hadn't heard you.