Hey Guys,
I promised an update, so here it goes.
Today started pretty normal. I went to work, came home and mowed the grass, etc. I figured I'd tell my parents over dinner. Dinner comes and the conversation is dominated by other stuff. My dad was detailing his day at work and my mom was complaining about something a friend had told her. I kept trying to work up the courage, but I couldn't. After dinner, my mom was hanging out on the couch and my dad had to deal with some stuff related to a vacation to the beach we are going on soon. So I waited a bit because I wanted to tell them at the same time. Finally, I suggested we get some ice cream. My mom said that he had to pay for my college tuition first. So I waited some more while he did that.
Finally, we get some ice cream and my parents flipped on the tv. The season premire of Saving Grace was on.
Finally, on a commercial, I turned off the tv. I looked at them and told them "I have something I need to talk to you guys about." I took a deep breathe and said "I'm gay."
A long pause, my dad said "how long have you known this? when did you discover this?" I responded that I didn't know. This is something I guess I've known for a while. I kept hoping it would change, that my body would figure itself out, but it didn't. I hoped that kissing girls in college would change it. It didn't.
My dad then asked "have you kissed a guy?"
"Yes."
"How'd that go?"
"Well."
My mom then noted that I had picked (interesting choice of words...) a life that would be very hard. That people would discriminate against me because of that.
"I don't really know what to do about that. I guess I just kinda have to roll with that..."
My mom then mentioned that my chances of getting AIDS were a lot higher now. "I'll be careful, mom."
To which my dad noted that AIDS is not only for gay people anymore. Straight people having unprotected sex run into the same problem. Quote "It's fairly democratic these days."
My dad looked at me. He noted I was still visibly shaking.
"You don't seem very confident in your decision."
"It's not really that. It's just this is a very nerve wracking situation."
"Why are you nervous?"
"Because I'm waiting for you guys to say something to the effect of "ok"
"You need my permission?"
"I guess not. I suppose I'd just prefer to have you on board. I guess permission isn't really the right word for it, because I don't think it would change anything."
My mom then proceeded to tell me that coming out was very "tv" and that she was very disappointed.
My parents kinda left it with the idea that I'm still "experimenting," although each time they mentioned this, I responded that I was "pretty damn sure."
My mom is still pretty quiet and my dad and I are having awkward conversation not talking about it.
I thought coming out to them would make me feel better. It kinda had the opposite effect, actually. I kinda feel like crap right now. I feel like they called me a fraud and suggested that the only reason I'm doing this is for the attention. Fuck this.
I promised an update, so here it goes.
Today started pretty normal. I went to work, came home and mowed the grass, etc. I figured I'd tell my parents over dinner. Dinner comes and the conversation is dominated by other stuff. My dad was detailing his day at work and my mom was complaining about something a friend had told her. I kept trying to work up the courage, but I couldn't. After dinner, my mom was hanging out on the couch and my dad had to deal with some stuff related to a vacation to the beach we are going on soon. So I waited a bit because I wanted to tell them at the same time. Finally, I suggested we get some ice cream. My mom said that he had to pay for my college tuition first. So I waited some more while he did that.
Finally, we get some ice cream and my parents flipped on the tv. The season premire of Saving Grace was on.
Finally, on a commercial, I turned off the tv. I looked at them and told them "I have something I need to talk to you guys about." I took a deep breathe and said "I'm gay."
A long pause, my dad said "how long have you known this? when did you discover this?" I responded that I didn't know. This is something I guess I've known for a while. I kept hoping it would change, that my body would figure itself out, but it didn't. I hoped that kissing girls in college would change it. It didn't.
My dad then asked "have you kissed a guy?"
"Yes."
"How'd that go?"
"Well."
My mom then noted that I had picked (interesting choice of words...) a life that would be very hard. That people would discriminate against me because of that.
"I don't really know what to do about that. I guess I just kinda have to roll with that..."
My mom then mentioned that my chances of getting AIDS were a lot higher now. "I'll be careful, mom."
To which my dad noted that AIDS is not only for gay people anymore. Straight people having unprotected sex run into the same problem. Quote "It's fairly democratic these days."
My dad looked at me. He noted I was still visibly shaking.
"You don't seem very confident in your decision."
"It's not really that. It's just this is a very nerve wracking situation."
"Why are you nervous?"
"Because I'm waiting for you guys to say something to the effect of "ok"
"You need my permission?"
"I guess not. I suppose I'd just prefer to have you on board. I guess permission isn't really the right word for it, because I don't think it would change anything."
My mom then proceeded to tell me that coming out was very "tv" and that she was very disappointed.
My parents kinda left it with the idea that I'm still "experimenting," although each time they mentioned this, I responded that I was "pretty damn sure."
My mom is still pretty quiet and my dad and I are having awkward conversation not talking about it.
I thought coming out to them would make me feel better. It kinda had the opposite effect, actually. I kinda feel like crap right now. I feel like they called me a fraud and suggested that the only reason I'm doing this is for the attention. Fuck this.



























