Just because I prefer my hair to be long doesn't have anything at all to do with my sexuality. Nor does the fact that I prefer to dye it at random intervals in the year. Please stop trying to bribe me, and telling me how sexy I'm going to be to all the ladies if I get it cut, especially when you're the one deciding how to cut it. I'm not going to change. I'm not going to take out my tongue ring, I'm not going to change my plans to get a tattoo. Nor will I stop being attracted to men unless I'm forcefully 'cured' by the right wing, self-centered bigots out there who think it's a disease.
And as for the how you respond to my attempts to include you in my life, please stop referring to a GSA as a bloody satanic cult. No you did not hear on the news about how they were linked to satanic rituals. What you saw was our former director and a former officer leading a protest against a private christian school for their removal of a student based on his sexuality.
I'm sorry if you grew up in an extreme christian society, but please don't say things like 'Well I accept you, but I still think you're making the wrong choices.' and 'So do you have a 'friend friend'?', especially in the demeaning manner in which you always talk to me. Especially not to your son.
The next time you feel the need to point out things I'm trying to hide, like the fact that you saw me making out with a guy, and the fact that my tongue is pierced, in front of said overly religious family members, especially on Christmas Eve, think back to my response when you asked me 'Why can't you just like girls?' 'Because I don't just like girls.'
And please don't expect me to EVER tell you that I am attracted sexually to a woman, even if it's just one woman who's married and I'll probably never get further than her husband in our polyamorous relationship, because I doubt you'd even hear a word of it, and just expect me to dive right back into heteronormativity and get married and have kids and all that wonderful non-gay good ol' christian boy stuff that you'd prefer I wanted anyway.
Now for the addendum...
You know what, I don't mind that we have small Christmas holidays, because quite frankly, I'd rather not be here at all. I don't mind that you're deciding to cut me off. I don't mind that you ignored an item on my 'list' that you require every year, for the sake of making me look more like what you think I should look like. But please don't tell me that you can't afford a fucking laptop for the college student who can't afford to sit in front of his computer in his room/apartment 90% of the time writing papers next semester, when you give a fucking laptop to the 14 year old fucking highschooler who has her own computer as it is.
And on that note, where the fuck do you come off telling me to either come home for the entire break, knowing full well I can barely bloody well fucking afford to come home for the few days, or else you cut me off from the little bit of money that's keeping me from starving while I try to find a job. You know, so I can spend every waking hour working, whether its on research, papers, or a job. Pardon me while I bare my ass for you to kiss. I'm going back to Bowling Green, I'm getting drunk on New Years, and then moving into my apartment. And yes, Mother, if I get a job, it means you can't fucking file me on your taxes next year, so if you want to be a bitch about that too, go right ahead.