I just read this and not only are there tears streaming down my face, I'm actually sobbing. My father disowned my brother when he came out (at 18) and died long before I knew I was a lesbian. Sometimes I think about what would he had done if he knew about me, you are lucky.
I'm sorry to you and to all who have to live in the shadow of parents who don't understand.
And yes, I do know how incredibly lucky I am. I've always considered myself lucky to have such a wonderful dad, but it was like a light went off in my head on Saturday.
And I have to mention that my partner called her parents who live in Michigan to tell them about it. Her mom (who's always been very supportive of her) said that she was sad that she couldn't be here with us. But then her dad took the phone started talking about what a waste of time it was, and that we made the choice to live this lifestyle, so we should live with the consequences.

Needless, to say, Jen was very sad and disappointed to hear her dad say those hateful words. (But on the bright side...if I know Jen's mom, she gave him QUITE an earful after they got off the phone...LOL)
Anyhow, my point is that I do know how lucky I am, and after this experience, I plan to make every moment count when it comes to my dad. I truly believe that this was his way of saying (without really having to say it) that he loves me unconditionally, and he supports me 100%.