Here's my teenage experiences:
One time my family were watching American Idol, and it was the season with Adam Lambert; Lambert was obviously the most talented person on the show, but every chance my father got, he would grunt "->-bleeped-<-got" every time Lambert would come onto the screen. After quite a bit of this, I remarked to my father that Lambert was talented and that all the girl fans adored him, and that he was obviously doing something right. My father then grabbed my neck, tried to choke me into passing out, yelled in my face, spit on me, and then called me a ->-bleeped-<-got worshipper.
Needless to say, I never was out to my parents about a fraction of my personality or identity. I lived in a violent, Westboro-ish home.