As cruddy as the last few days were, they have opened up some dialogue between my parents and me.
I'm hoping it will continue to be positive, especially now that I am no longer bitter or angst-ridden toward the LDS Church... now that I have a much more level head on my shoulders than last I talked with my parents about me being homo and my choices therein.
... I sometimes forget that shit is the original fertilizer... and I grewed up on a crop farm...
chicken crap smells the worst