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Loner mtf here. I tend to spend most of my time in my room playing videogames.
My dad decided he wanted to have a proper family meal in between Christmas and New Year and made me sit at the formal dining table with my brother for an hour while our maid served multiple courses.
I'm a boymoder. We just don't talk about it. And they've never found my hrt stash, afaik. I keep it locked up.
Anyways, everyone finishes dessert and my dad starts going on a long rant about how Trump is coming back in 2024 and he's going to fix this broken country of patriots mixed with wayward criminals and so on, and eventually he gets to "sexual perverts" who he says are trying to brainwash America's children into prurient paths and the whole thing crescendos with him violently banging his fist on the table, and shouting
DEATH TO TRANSSEXUALS
while staring me in the eye. He has to fucking know. It took everything I had to not run away or cry. I know he's not well in the head and I am financially dependent on him but I don't know how much more of this I can take.
