CrackerJack
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I was on vacation in Canada, and on the last night, we were having a really nice dinner. Basically, I just said it... it was on the tip of my tounge the entire trip, and then I just kinda said "I think I'm gay...". It was similar experience to crapping my pants... I knew it was coming, but then it just plopped out before I could control it. It certainly was not that "load off of my shoulders" feeling I had anticipated. I felt worse than ever.
Anyways, we talked about it a little for the rest of dinner, but it was awkward. The following day, we kind of acted like nothing had happened, and the awkwardness continued. I basically went off on my own, and kept finding myself asking "what the fuck did I do?".
However, on the way home (about 10 hour car ride), a conversation about the incident was inevitable. My dad did indeed bring it up. I was trying to shoo him off at first, but he kept at it. I'm actually really glad he did. My parents and I had a good conversation.
My dad is completely for it. He was being completely open minded, understanding, and really made me feel comfortable about it. My mom was freaking out a bit. She is extremely concerned about AIDS, to the point where she broke out in tears while driving. My dad was trying to explain to her that AIDS/other STDs are really now an issue for everyone, not just gays. It didn't really help. She is clearly a bit uncomfortable about the whole thing (but thankfully it's mostly due to my health, not because God hates gas or anything along those lines). Her view of the whole homosexual lifestyle is definately a bit stereotypical, and she definately has a predjudice that she is trying to hide.
I was actually surprised about the whole thing. I honestly expected my mom to be completely for it and not really care either way, while I expected my dad to be the one who was concerned about health risks (he plays it extremely safe in everything in life). They will both get used to it, I'm sure.
Overall, I'm pretty happy about the experience. It was extremely difficult and scary, but it had to be done. The worst damage done was that I lost my appetite and didn't eat my $50 dinner.
Anyways, we talked about it a little for the rest of dinner, but it was awkward. The following day, we kind of acted like nothing had happened, and the awkwardness continued. I basically went off on my own, and kept finding myself asking "what the fuck did I do?".
However, on the way home (about 10 hour car ride), a conversation about the incident was inevitable. My dad did indeed bring it up. I was trying to shoo him off at first, but he kept at it. I'm actually really glad he did. My parents and I had a good conversation.
My dad is completely for it. He was being completely open minded, understanding, and really made me feel comfortable about it. My mom was freaking out a bit. She is extremely concerned about AIDS, to the point where she broke out in tears while driving. My dad was trying to explain to her that AIDS/other STDs are really now an issue for everyone, not just gays. It didn't really help. She is clearly a bit uncomfortable about the whole thing (but thankfully it's mostly due to my health, not because God hates gas or anything along those lines). Her view of the whole homosexual lifestyle is definately a bit stereotypical, and she definately has a predjudice that she is trying to hide.
I was actually surprised about the whole thing. I honestly expected my mom to be completely for it and not really care either way, while I expected my dad to be the one who was concerned about health risks (he plays it extremely safe in everything in life). They will both get used to it, I'm sure.
Overall, I'm pretty happy about the experience. It was extremely difficult and scary, but it had to be done. The worst damage done was that I lost my appetite and didn't eat my $50 dinner.











