Sorry if I was rude before by not telling my story, but I finally have enough of a break to tell my long story. It's embarrassing and kind of long, but I guess it's a show of good faith:
When I was 18, my brother had e-stalked me and found out I was talking to/hooking up with guys. Anyway, there was a guy I started hooking up with, hooked up. It turned into texting while he was at work, and it was beginning to progress into dating. One night, we were gonna go out and eat ice cream together, his treat because he missed me (awww!!!). Anyways, i'm outside; I was about to sneak out to meet up with him, and I get a call on my cell phone. It's my mother, and she's quiet for a few seconds. After asking "Hello?" for the second time, she finally asks me point blank:
". . .Are you gay?"
Now, my heart begins to race at 250 BPM, and my brain instantly shuts off. I have absolutely no idea what to do or say; On some level, it clicked that I was being stupid and that they were going to find out eventually, but I didn't think it would have been this soon. Since My brain temporarily disconnected from my body at this split second, something flew out of my mouth that IMMEDIATELY made me wince:
"No, are you?"
FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!
She instantly begins yelling at me and cussing me out through the phone, basically saying that I need to get back inside because there's a lot we need to talk about. I look back towards the house, and sure enough my brother's stomping toward me. He grabs my by the arms and begins walking me back inside the house. Normally, I would have fought back, but I figured that it'd be better to just go along and let them process everything on their own. As she's confronting me back in the living room, she starts out extremely upset and tells me that she knows everything, has seen who i'm friends with, my phone bill etc (major facepalm). Coincidentally, my cell phone rings at just the same time. Not surprisingly, it was the guy to ask me if I was ready. They confiscate the phone from me and begin arguing with him to stay away from me, because i'm "not a faggot", and that it'd be best if he never came around me again.
My mother's anger turns into tears, where she breaks down and tells me "I never thought we'd be having this conversation. . .", and literally pleading with me "PLEASE don't be gay. . ." After awhile, she tells me "I don't want to see you right now. Go to sleep, or just go upstairs. Get out of my sight." I go up to my bedroom and wind up falling asleep.
This all happened nearly two years ago, and i'm now about to turn 20. For awhile, my mother was completely okay with talking to me as long as the issue of my sexuality never came up, but it would occasionally come up during times of anger. Now it seems that she's very slowly and indirectly beginning to at least acknowledge it, even if she still doesn't like it very much. Meanwhile, my brother's still upset and I overheard him telling his girlfriend that "My brother's a faggot; He likes men.", so now i'm just not speaking to him anymore since I know how he really feels about me.
If you've gotten this far, thanks for reading.
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