The_Reaper
Minister of Silly Walks
I was younger and stupid, and met a guy online who lived outside of my community.
We talked a lot, and eventually got it into our heads that we were going to be 'internet boyfriends'. Despite some attempts to get to meet each other in person, my somewhat overprotective mother got in the way of me taking any trips outside of the city by myself.
So, we just had to settle for talking online and such.
Anyways, after awhile, he finds himself a guy in his town and that's that.
Fast forward to a few years later, after him and I had fallen out of contact, to him sharing a room at university with a girl from my town. She's of course, thrilled, to have a gay room-mate and asks if he knows anyone from my town who is gay.
So, of course, he blabs everything he knows about me...That I was student body president of my high school, my full name, etc, etc, etc.
And since my brother is the social butterfly he is, he just happens to know this girl. She e-mails him, he confronts me, and I dance around the issue for an hour or so, trying desperately to come up with excuses.
After getting no where, I finally just admit it to my brother.
He tells me he has to tell our parents; even though I plead with him not to. I tell him it's something I have to do myself, and that he has no right to tell them.
I wake up the next morning, to my brother promptly informing me that he couldn't sleep all night, and when my father got up for work, he told him.
I, of course, yell at my brother for going against my wishes.
For 3 days, I made sure to stay in my room and sleep in late, thus avoiding my father, who worked 12 hour shifts out of town. In the evenings, I'd pretty much head out and not come home until he would already be asleep.
Of course, one day this backfired and I was awake while my father was still at home.
He came downstairs, and told me what my brother had said. He also went on to say that he didn't want me to think he was avoiding me (though, I was avoiding him) before he started to cry, and told me that no matter what I was still his son and that he loved me.
Of course, this set me off crying, and we basically had our little father-son moment for a few seconds. Before he went off to work, he told me that he wanted to break the news to mom. That he would find a good time to tell her, and that until then, I should just not mention it.
Well, I agreed, and within a few days, my mother was told and pretty much nothing in the house had changed.
She was disappointed, but only by the fact that I hadn't told her the moment I knew.
And now, things are still pretty much the same as they were before I was outed.
So, despite the possibility for all the things that could have gone wrong, things actually turned out alright.
We talked a lot, and eventually got it into our heads that we were going to be 'internet boyfriends'. Despite some attempts to get to meet each other in person, my somewhat overprotective mother got in the way of me taking any trips outside of the city by myself.
So, we just had to settle for talking online and such.
Anyways, after awhile, he finds himself a guy in his town and that's that.
Fast forward to a few years later, after him and I had fallen out of contact, to him sharing a room at university with a girl from my town. She's of course, thrilled, to have a gay room-mate and asks if he knows anyone from my town who is gay.
So, of course, he blabs everything he knows about me...That I was student body president of my high school, my full name, etc, etc, etc.
And since my brother is the social butterfly he is, he just happens to know this girl. She e-mails him, he confronts me, and I dance around the issue for an hour or so, trying desperately to come up with excuses.
After getting no where, I finally just admit it to my brother.
He tells me he has to tell our parents; even though I plead with him not to. I tell him it's something I have to do myself, and that he has no right to tell them.
I wake up the next morning, to my brother promptly informing me that he couldn't sleep all night, and when my father got up for work, he told him.
I, of course, yell at my brother for going against my wishes.
For 3 days, I made sure to stay in my room and sleep in late, thus avoiding my father, who worked 12 hour shifts out of town. In the evenings, I'd pretty much head out and not come home until he would already be asleep.
Of course, one day this backfired and I was awake while my father was still at home.
He came downstairs, and told me what my brother had said. He also went on to say that he didn't want me to think he was avoiding me (though, I was avoiding him) before he started to cry, and told me that no matter what I was still his son and that he loved me.
Of course, this set me off crying, and we basically had our little father-son moment for a few seconds. Before he went off to work, he told me that he wanted to break the news to mom. That he would find a good time to tell her, and that until then, I should just not mention it.
Well, I agreed, and within a few days, my mother was told and pretty much nothing in the house had changed.
She was disappointed, but only by the fact that I hadn't told her the moment I knew.
And now, things are still pretty much the same as they were before I was outed.
So, despite the possibility for all the things that could have gone wrong, things actually turned out alright.
