I understand why, as parents, you were concerned about me moving in with my boyfriend. I was the last kid out of the house and I guess you hoped that I’d find a place of my own instead of “shacking up” with someone in my early 20s. What I didn’t realize was that your “concern” was linked to the color of my partner’s skin. But you, dad—you straight up admitted as much in a racist rant when I swung by your house for a quick visit. With my boyfriend standing right beside me, you laid into us about “living in sin” and the horrors of unplanned pregnancy (even though I most definitely am not pregnant) and had the gall to spew some factoid about how “40 percent of abortions are in the black community.” Oh, really? It sounds like you’re 100 percent racist, which means there’s a 0 percent chance of me visiting you ever again.

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