He was tough and reliable people would often go to him for help. In our barangay, Papa was known and respected by everyone. Papa was strict and would not go to sleep until every one of us was home safe and sound. He had a very commanding voice and a demeanor that made you follow his every word. He was strict in managing our finances but made sure that we got the best from the little we had. I call my father “Papa.” While my mom worked abroad, Papa took care of everything at home. This confused me, because my father never treated me this way. This, in turn, cements the idea as a rule rather than an exception. Our entertainment industry feeds on these kinds of narratives, turning them into tear-jerking episodes of drama anthologies. More often than not, it’s the father who can’t accept a child’s queerness, especially in the case of young gay boys. Since I was a child, I would often hear stories of LGBTQ+ kids being rejected by their parents.
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