Sew....I've officially made the move & have been living at my dad's house for about 3 weeks. So far, it's been pretty nice. He works quite a bit, so I have the place to myself most of the time. We've talked a lot.
He's still identifying as bi, but I've thought he was gay for awhile and after some trepidation, I told him that. His response was something along the lines of "I'm just not ready to make that leap." In other words, he didn't deny it at all. So there's some cognitive dissonance going on.
His parents died when I was little, so I didn't know much about them or my dad's childhood. Apparently, they were completely mum on the topic of sex and never discussed it with him, nor did he have any kind of sex ed. So he just inferred things from what he heard his friends talking about, and he was shockingly naive.
He told me that he thought he was straight b/c he thought girls were pretty, but when he had sex for the first time, he was a little disgusted by vagina. Instead of questioning his sexuality, he assumed that all guys thought it was a little disgusting, but that it was just what you did.
Also, he remembers being attracted to guys, but he didn't think of it as sexual and it never occurred to him that he wanted to have sex with them, or that it was even possible for two men to have sex. He apparently had no concept of homosexuality until he was in his 20s. He heard guys call each other "fag" and "queer," but he didn't have any idea of what that meant, other that some vague notion of a guy being "girly."
Evidently, he first slept with a man after he & my mother divorced (about 30 years ago). He said his first time w/ a guy was amazing, but he didn't think of himself as gay b/c 1) he'd been with women (albeit only about 3 of them, including my mother, over the course of his entire life) and was "attracted" to them, and 2) he thought of gay guys more or less as crossdressers (in other words, he wasn't gay b/c he didn't carry a purse).
Apparently, when I came out to him he completely freaked the hell out, tho I never really knew that. All I remember is him telling me that I should sleep with a girl just to see if I liked it. He had some vague idea at that point that gay guys didn't all dress and act like women. He started to think of himself as bi after that, but had *major* issues with it. As the years went by, he got super depressed, and finally broke down and went to a therapist.
All this was told to me during one long-ass conversation we had the first week I moved in.
Anyway, the whole "dad is gay" thing isn't freaking me out anymore. I'm sad for him more than anything, but I really hope he can finally be happy now.