"Have you ever told your parents you were gay? If you did, how did you do it?"
Oh man, I know I’ve posted this story before but finding it with Tumblr’s terrible search system will be impossible, so let’s start from the very beginning, a very good place to start.
Back when I was fourteen or so, I was a freshman in high school and I pretty much knew I had a thing for guys and my sister had a bisexual phase (yes, I say phase because she was one of those people who just decided to experiment bc it was the thing to do) so that sort of made accepting myself slightly easier. I always did dislike being gay thought and I thought my life would be a thousand times easier if I was straight, and boy was I wrong. Can you imagine how boring my life would be if I was hetero? Really boring.
Anyway, I had myspace because that was all the rage those days and I changed my sexuality to bisexual. I figured it’d be an easy transition from straight to bi rather than straight to gay, and I slowly let my friends know. So here’s where my mom comes in! I was hanging out at my friend’s house probably watching some tv shows or movies or something and she picks me up and she seems a little strange. And once we were in the car driving home she sort of starts harassing me about the “bisexual” thing on my myspace because she saw it and she assumed I was just copying my sister and that I wasn’t really into men and blah blah blah. So things seemed to blow over a bit and then it came up again months later when I told her I was gay and things were really strained for about a year or so. She never wanted me to tell my dad because he’s just kind of a giant piece of shit not the best person, so we never really did. And after that long year of awkward, my mom just sort of started accepting it and she got used to it and now we’re pretty fantastic and she’s met all three of my boyfriends (well, technically she never met Brandon but she talked with him online and let me travel across the country to meet him and a bunch of other strangers, so that’ll tell you how cool she is).
As for my dad, we just sort of assume he knows and is entirely unwilling to accept it. I mean, one time, my boyfriend Rick was here (before we were in a relationship), and he saw him in my bedroom and he threatened to kick me out of my house, EVEN THOUGH RICK WAS FULLY CLOTHED AND WE WEREN’T EVEN TOUCHING OR ANYTHING HE WAS JUST LOOKING AT MOVIES WITH HIS SHOES OFF. And when I told my mom about this incident she just looked at me and said that if he ever actually tried to kick me out, he’d be out on his ass in a second because that’d never happen, which is great and as you can see shows some really great progress on her part.
So, um, sorry about rambling a lot and detailing this more than anyone would have ever expected, but as you can see it’s not really all that conventional coming out story. The rest of my family just sort of knows at this point and I’ve never really “come out” but it’s just sort of obvious and I’ll talk about the people I’m dating to some of them, but to most of my family I just don’t really feel the need to talk about relationships with so I don’t really let it define me in any way. And yeah, that’s about it.