the tragic ballad of Yawnha - gay and uninvited to sunday dinner.

Yawnha was many things: boring, dramatic, emotionally unregulated, and gay enough to make a rainbow flag feel underdressed. But there was one small problem standing between Yawnha and his dream of living his best life - his parents. The moment Yawnha came out as gay, his parents reacted as though he'd announced he was joining a travelling circus, becoming a drag queen, and moving to Brighton simultaneously all at once. From that day forward, every family dinner became less of a meal and more of a low-budget episode of EastEnders, with Yawnha arriving late, making a dramatic entrance and somehow turning a conversation about roast potatoes into a five star production about his personal struggles. By the end of it, the roast was cold, the gravy had split, and Yawnha was still talking absolute shit — a family dinner, apparently, or Yawnha’s audition for Britain’s Next Top Victim. That's what I love about fairytales: the bitch gets slain, but the gay slays in denial again.