Hey Dad

Hey Dad,
I'm not really straight
Yeah, I'm not really into sex either
I'm not really sure what I am
Demisexual, Asexual spectrum, bisexual?
Some kind of gradient of those
I've never come out before
I don't really know what to say
I like this girl, I also like this guy
It's been like this awhile...
Not knowing which gender I'm drawn to
Is gender even real anymore?
There's a complex history with the word Queer...
But that's what I am, who I am
I can picture my future with a man
But I can easily see a woman there
Transgender partners, it doesn't matter
I don't want kids, you'll never have grandchildren
At least not from me, not in this timeline
Maybe, I'm just 23 and don't know anything
But it is always the person, their stories
Their smile and their eyes sparkling with joy
It's their passions and their beautiful hands
I've been to pride, I have found family
In the brightly colored community
I have spent the last two, three this year,
Thanksgivings with a gay couple
Because my family never invited me home
My adopted mom told me to kill myself
When I told her I was dating a girl; loved a girl
She gave me the knife and told me
I was going to hell anyway and suicide
Was, is, more forgivable in the eyes of God
I'm going to hell According to our faith
And I would much rather be welcomed with open arms
By a scarlet guy with horns and hooves
Than marry a man for the sake of it
To meet some guy with a beard
Who supposedly wants me to not love
The people he made me love
If he created me like this how is it wrong
Not that there is a god or devil
But that's a different coming out thing
Dad, I'm Queer, I'm not straight
And this is me coming out to you