On Being Raised a Bigot

This is not a post that I want to write for many reasons. The biggest one being that I risk offending my readers and I don't wish to do so, however, I was reading My Life as a Psy-Eroticologist and knew that I couldn't stay silent any longer. By remaining silent, I was allowing myself and those like me the cover of darkness. Only by standing up and admitting what I'm about to talk about can change happen.

You see, I was raised to be a bigot. My parents were bigots, my grandparents were bigots ...