I'm so lost

I don't know what I want from my parents.

When I first officially told them about me being pansexual, they didn't get it. My dad tried to make it seem like HE was pansexual too because he didn't care what gender his friends were and that I was confusing friendship with love. My mom told me all of her dreams for me died and treated it like a disease that I would never survive, like cancer.

It was hard enough being able to talk about "Lydia" around them until they finally met "her," because my dad and sister acted as if I was ashamed and it wasn't actually happening because they hadn't met "her" yet.  Things got a little better for a while until my mom finally told me that she would be okay having a "daughter"-in-law if that's what would make me happy. So I finally told her about Roddy being FtM trans.

Now they won't listen to me talk about him. My dad gets confused when I say Roddy and him and my mom always has to whisper to him who I'm talking about as if I'M the one making the mistake. They don't want to hear updates, they don't want to hear drama, they don't want to hear how happy he makes me or how important he is to me or how much I love him. They all still pray it's a phase. They accept it and aren't telling me I'm going to hell everyday but...

I want them to support it. It's not enough for me that they don't damn me to hell everyday. I want them to get as fired up as I am about the fight for equality. I want them to fight with me to insure people with the right to get married to the person they love, for ME their DAUGHTER to have the right to marry who I love. Even as I type this I'm CRYING out for them to hear this, sobbing in my room for what I need for them to want to do. I want them to want to carry banners and flags and signs saying that I'm human and I deserve these rights. I want them to fight with me so I can marry whoever I chose. I want them to support me and I want them to fight with me. I want one of those parents you see on tumblr; the ones who go to Pride parades and hold up banners and protest and do what they can for what's RIGHT. I want them to join my fellow Christians in this fight against judgement and cruelty and hate; I want them to join me in telling people that it's NOT wrong, that it IS love and that they're reading the Bible wrong. That what they're doing is WRONG and not what God would want at ALL. I want them to fight with me.

I just wanted them to acknowledge me at first, that's all I wanted. I wanted them to hear what I had to say and still act the same as they always did. And more-or-less they are doing just that. But it's not what I want.

I don't just want to heard and survive, I want to be listened to and supported and LIVE.