Many times on JUB, guys will ask about coming out. Specifically, who in the family needs to know? Sometimes we're OK telling parents, but wonder about grandparents. "Is grandma or dear aunt Sally too delicate a creature to tell?," we ask. Or "that generation can't handle it," we justify to ourselves.
Well, here's my experience (gleaned from a post of mine here on JUB):
Basically, when I came out to myself 3 years ago, I decided this closet shit was for the birds. I was never going to go back in the closet, nor hang around people who were perpetually there. You could say I became militant about it. But I was tired of lying to myself and everyone else. It accomplished nothing.
Anyway, fast-forward 2 years to when I met my bf. He seemed surprised by my semi-militancy but said he was out. Ha ha. Well, it turns out he had never actually said he was gay to anyone. Now, you can argue (as I, myself, have) that coming out doesn't mean screaming "I'm gay" and waving rainbow flags. However, when the point came up directly, he would lie.
My favorite example happened just a couple months ago. I went to visit him at work for lunch. He introduced me to a coworker. The coworker was like, "So, how do you guys know each other? Is [Lube] your... neighbor?". I laughed inside, but didn't say anything; it's
his coworker, so my bf had to say something, I felt. He paused... and paused... and paused... and said, "yeah, he's my neighbor". I was stunned and laughing and incredulous all at the same time (all in my head--I didn't say a word).
After we got home we had a good laugh. Obviously, the coworker doesn't think we're neighbors, but my bf, it turns out, just can't physically say 'gay' or 'boyfriend' to other people. Generational? Perhaps. But it's something I can't abide.
But... rather than forcing him to say it (or breaking up), I gave him another option: What if
I say it? Well, he has no problems with that. So that's the new plan.
It worked splendiforously recently when, over Christmas Eve dinner, I met his ex-wife's parents. Talk about a generation gap: they're about 90 years old. Now, surely his ex-wife (who I've met several times, and who seems to be a wonderful person) had told her parents about my bf and me. Well, when I met them, I just said, "Hi, I'm [Lube] and this is my mom [Sara]," at which point the ex-mother-in-law surprisingly asked, "Oh, and you are...?" as in, "Why are you here--what's your relationship--how do you know these people?".
Well, I hesitated a second and then thought, "Hey, man, I don't care how old these people are. They're not stupid. Surely they know what's going on. If she can ask a question like that, I'm entitled to answer it."
So, without skipping a beat, I said, "I'm [Ed's] boyfriend." With a smile and a handshake. Ha ha. I don't think she expected me to say that. She hesitated for a couple seconds, recovered, and then we had a splendid evening together!
Now, everyone might not have the same experience. These were very bright people who traveled a lot. They've been exposed to a lot, I'm sure. Sure, they're "older" and from a "different generation", but, hey, too fucking bad. Sorry, that's how I feel.
I'm not going to cower so that someone else doesn't have to feel uncomfortable. I did that too long in my life.
I'm over it.
But I totally understand that everyone doesn't feel that way.
Whatever works for you.
