teehee I like Scribe, too. And cools on being gay. I’m an asexual lesbian, but since I don’t want to have any lesbian sex I can technically count as straight as far as the folks are concerned, since nuance and the spectrum are kinda lost on them.
The gay tax was back during the great gay scare of 2011. I was working part time at Kmart, so was already paying regular rent. I was just deconverting myself from all my childhood indoctrination and brainwashing. Lesbians had always attracted me. I’d always thought they were cool and had always wanted way more from my female friends than they wanted from me. I wanted one female friend to love me forever and always, more than she loved anyone else and to be my best friend and live with me forever. But sadly as I got older all they wanted to do was talk about boys. Sooo boring. I even told a few people that if I wasn’t a Christian and didn’t know that being gay was wrong that I’d be a lesbian. I’d always get very strange looks when I said that. 
But then as the brainwashing was slowly leeching out of me and the internet saved me and showed me what the rest of the world was like, I met a cool girl who lived overseas, and we had a wonderful 3-month cyber affair, where we pretty much lived on Skype talking to each other all the time. It was super fun, and I proposed to her, and she accepted, and we had all these grand and glorious plans of me moving to be with her and raising her daughter together and living happily ever after. It was a beautiful dream. Totally unrealistic, but it was basically the height of my existence.
Anywho, during this time I tried to use my dad’s computer to print out a fiance visa form, but it came out with ink blotches all over it, and like an idiot I didn’t think anyone could read it, so I threw it away in my dad’s trash can. Then one day my dad found it and told mom, then she went through my room and found a card SHE had sent me that said yes, she’d marry me.
So then Mom comes and picks me up from work, cos I don’t drive, really bad eyesight and attention issues. And she’s all really quiet and like won’t look at me, but she did stop at Burger King like I asked, so I could get lunch. I wasn’t really sure what was up with her, but sometimes mom gets in mood sometimes, and I was really hyper and cheerful for some reason that day.
So then we get home and we go into the house and Mom is all, “sit down.” So I sat down and she asks if me and SHE are just friends or something more. And I say we’re just friends. And then she’s like, “Liar,” and pulls out the card she got from my room. And I really don’t know how to lie. I’m pretty bad at it, and I’d been having a really hard for a while, living a lie, trying to keep secrets, worrying about what would happen if they found out, and how they’d hate me, cos mom already said they would want nothing to do with me, if I was gay. And I’d just been really struggling with that, so I just said that I loved HER.
Then I went back up to my room and waited for the boom to fall. Dad finally came home and said I had to leave since gay people couldn’t live with them, of course, but he knew that I only had a part time job and couldn’t afford to live anywhere else, so they weren’t kicking me out to the street, I could stay until I found somewhere else. So they weren’t like super mean about it. Mostly, I don’t think they wanted me to leave they just wanted me to stop being gay.
So then I tried really hard to find a second job or a new full time job. Dad changed the wifi password so I couldn’t talk to HER anymore, so I would just go to Burger King every day after work and use their Wifi to try and find work and talk to HER. I applied everywhere, but no one was hiring. And all the money I’d been saving to go and be with HER kept dwindling down smaller and smaller cos I had to pay for lunch every day to be able to use the Wifi.
Plus, I had to pay the gay tax while I continued to live with them, which was just an extra $100 a month on top of regular rent.
I tried to stay away from the house as much as I could cos mom got the bright idea to go through the Bible and find all the “gay people are evil verses” she could find, or just general verses about sin, and she printed them out and taped them to my bedroom wall over my bed, my door, on the wall going up the stairs to my room, and on my bathroom mirror. And then she’d turn up Christian music really loudly in the next room. teeeheee
Dad ignored me after that, wouldn’t talk to me, look at me, or anything. And for a while mom wouldn’t look talk to me, either, but then she started lecturing and witnessing at me instead. I definitely preferred it when she wasn’t talking to me.
The best part about the great gay scare of 2011 was when I wasn’t allowed to go to church. That part was pretty fabulous. I just was too wicked and evil to darken the doors of his church. But then dad felt like I was having too much fun so mom started taking me around to other people’s churches on Sunday mornings. We visited quite a few in the area, which was sort of funnish.
Eventually though, I ran out of money, and had no job prospects, so I just told them that Her and I broke up and that I wasn’t gay anymore, and things went back to normal. Dad gave me the wifi password, and I got to start going to church again. Yaays?
A little later SHE broke up with me, for real, and I discovered asexuality, and lesbian romance, and I continued to grow and develop in one respect while shrinking and diminishing in others. But the important thing I guess is that no gay sex will I be having. Hope that answers your question swampbear !