Sooo I just came out to my dad! It's kind of a sad story but I think also refreshing as it's kind of different and I do feel empowered.
The backstory first:
My dad and I aren't close, we are kind of enemies because we've always been so opposite and he has always been pretty mean (I've never told him I love him as far back as I remember). I live in New York City now, and was so excited to get away from him (I am originally from Ohio) when I went to undergraduate school at Penn State, 4 hours away. I could finally be myself. Of course, I wasn't completely comfortable being gay to be honest. Never had sex but was very open with the gay community. Had mucho opportunities but was definitely stereotyped as the "prude"...which I was fine with!
So, college progressed, I graduated, and I came back for an internship in Ohio, still with very little gay experiences. That summer, I told my mom that I was gay because I felt it was beginning to define me more. She had the good reaction everyone should want. "I love you no matter what and if you want to bring a guy you love home ever, you are more than welcome to." I met a guy who was 30 and lost my virginity, technically, even though we didn't really finish. I wasn't comfortable with it only knowing him for a couple weeks.
So, a year and a half has passed since then, and I got into Columbia's OT Grad school and moved into the city, so far away from everything, loving it! So I've been as gay as ever
Haha, well trying... I figured it was about time I had some sex. So I went home with 2 boys...One I had sex with for a minute and then I pulled out and left because I decided I didn't like him. And then I went home with another and we just cuddled. He was cute, but from LA...
Then I dated a sexy russian model, and we had sex briefly once also, but didn't finish. Again I was uncomfortable. Haha...so annoying! I thought I was so ready! He was too sexual for me so we broke up...
Anyways I never figured out why I'm so uncomfortable with being physical with a guy...is it because I never told my dad so I'm not completely out? But he means nothing to me...Nothing. What could it be?
I was away from Ohio for a year and went back for my winter break just two weeks ago. My dad was the usual evil dad and just a terrible person. I just assumed this was the last time I would ever see him in my life unless anything had changed. He was the usual...completely rude, just nothing like me. (example: Xmas dinner at grandma's, his mom, we get there, he takes a couple spoonfuls of soup, and just goes upstairs to sleep. She slaves away one day a year to make a great dinner, and he pulls that)
So, he is driving me to the airport for my flight back to the city. I am so ready to go home, and so glad I will never speak to him again. I decided that day that he has done nothing for me, except bring me down. It is sad, yes, I have family loyalties, but there are so many things in my past with him that I just want him cut out of it. I have built a family for myself here in NYC and couldn't be happier with where my life is now. He has hurt me too much.
So I'm talking to him in the car. Look where your life is, look how your entire family hates you...You ruined your daughter (my sister) and she has to live with you now with three kids that ruin your beautiful house. You're fifty years old, and a mess...But I don't feel bad for you dad.
And then I said "This is the last time we're going to talk dad." I paused. And then..."In case you care, by the way, I'm gay." Pause. Awkward. I was just looking at the road.
He says "I'm sorry to hear that."
I'm thinking Oh yes, he totally just nailed his own coffin. I was afraid of him saying something at least semi-nice so I might feel bad for the monster
So then I say "There's no reason to be sorry, it's who I am and I love myself."
And he says "So I suppose you think that's my fault too"
"Don't you get it? It's nobody's fault. This is who I am, despite what you THINK about it...I am gay. It's me, and it's a part of my life. I was born this way! You have these notions that are in your head because you never got away once. You never grew up, learned your own opinions. You are stuck with what you were once told, and that is a sad person."
So we didn't talk for the rest of the ride, and...we pull up to the airport, he gets out to help me with my luggage, but I am fine. I pull my bags out quickly and start to go. And he asks for a hug. I shake my head. "How about a handshake then" I say no. "Bye dad" And I walk away, the last time I'll ever see him.
True story. I feel much better, I really do...About being gay and about being free. I am living my life now, without him in my background. It's amazing. Any comments/questions/support welcome! Thaaanks for letting me vent that. Love this site.
The backstory first:
My dad and I aren't close, we are kind of enemies because we've always been so opposite and he has always been pretty mean (I've never told him I love him as far back as I remember). I live in New York City now, and was so excited to get away from him (I am originally from Ohio) when I went to undergraduate school at Penn State, 4 hours away. I could finally be myself. Of course, I wasn't completely comfortable being gay to be honest. Never had sex but was very open with the gay community. Had mucho opportunities but was definitely stereotyped as the "prude"...which I was fine with!
So, college progressed, I graduated, and I came back for an internship in Ohio, still with very little gay experiences. That summer, I told my mom that I was gay because I felt it was beginning to define me more. She had the good reaction everyone should want. "I love you no matter what and if you want to bring a guy you love home ever, you are more than welcome to." I met a guy who was 30 and lost my virginity, technically, even though we didn't really finish. I wasn't comfortable with it only knowing him for a couple weeks.
So, a year and a half has passed since then, and I got into Columbia's OT Grad school and moved into the city, so far away from everything, loving it! So I've been as gay as ever
Then I dated a sexy russian model, and we had sex briefly once also, but didn't finish. Again I was uncomfortable. Haha...so annoying! I thought I was so ready! He was too sexual for me so we broke up...
Anyways I never figured out why I'm so uncomfortable with being physical with a guy...is it because I never told my dad so I'm not completely out? But he means nothing to me...Nothing. What could it be?
I was away from Ohio for a year and went back for my winter break just two weeks ago. My dad was the usual evil dad and just a terrible person. I just assumed this was the last time I would ever see him in my life unless anything had changed. He was the usual...completely rude, just nothing like me. (example: Xmas dinner at grandma's, his mom, we get there, he takes a couple spoonfuls of soup, and just goes upstairs to sleep. She slaves away one day a year to make a great dinner, and he pulls that)
So, he is driving me to the airport for my flight back to the city. I am so ready to go home, and so glad I will never speak to him again. I decided that day that he has done nothing for me, except bring me down. It is sad, yes, I have family loyalties, but there are so many things in my past with him that I just want him cut out of it. I have built a family for myself here in NYC and couldn't be happier with where my life is now. He has hurt me too much.
So I'm talking to him in the car. Look where your life is, look how your entire family hates you...You ruined your daughter (my sister) and she has to live with you now with three kids that ruin your beautiful house. You're fifty years old, and a mess...But I don't feel bad for you dad.
And then I said "This is the last time we're going to talk dad." I paused. And then..."In case you care, by the way, I'm gay." Pause. Awkward. I was just looking at the road.
He says "I'm sorry to hear that."
I'm thinking Oh yes, he totally just nailed his own coffin. I was afraid of him saying something at least semi-nice so I might feel bad for the monster
So then I say "There's no reason to be sorry, it's who I am and I love myself."
And he says "So I suppose you think that's my fault too"
"Don't you get it? It's nobody's fault. This is who I am, despite what you THINK about it...I am gay. It's me, and it's a part of my life. I was born this way! You have these notions that are in your head because you never got away once. You never grew up, learned your own opinions. You are stuck with what you were once told, and that is a sad person."
So we didn't talk for the rest of the ride, and...we pull up to the airport, he gets out to help me with my luggage, but I am fine. I pull my bags out quickly and start to go. And he asks for a hug. I shake my head. "How about a handshake then" I say no. "Bye dad" And I walk away, the last time I'll ever see him.
True story. I feel much better, I really do...About being gay and about being free. I am living my life now, without him in my background. It's amazing. Any comments/questions/support welcome! Thaaanks for letting me vent that. Love this site.























