Your daughter was afraid to come out to you. You weren't really understanding that kind of stuff, and just called it 'the homos', or something like that. But of course, you didn't hate them.

You sat around the campfire with your daughter and many more gang members, including John. She was getting ready to come out as a lesbian. "Daddy.." she said, glancing up from the soup she was just figeting with along with the spoon for it.