Fwip
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November 2011, I think. In September, I came out to my friends as bisexual when I was blackout drunk. It was messy, and they caught it on camera. The next morning they went down for breakfast and left the camera for me to watch by myself. "Watch this video then come and join us. Then maybe if you want to we can talk about it." They were ok with it, but its still a little weird. They don't really have any other gay friends. So they took a bit to adjust to sensitivities of certain aspects of being gay.
In the November, I had college midterms. The burden was clouding my head from being able to write my exams. So I made 2 phone calls. One to each of my parents who were then separated. Now divorced.
Mom: She was fine with it. But there was still a long pause of awkward silence as I found my words. She of course asked me why I hadn't told her sooner. We do have a really close bond. She seemed hurt, but I explained that coming out was more about me being ready than it was about people's responses.
Dad: I was really worried about him. He's become quite a devout Pentecostal. I hadn't given him much credit. Contrary to most people in that Christian denomination, he actually thought for himself. Didn't necessarily share the same bigotry as some would. In fact he is a little ignorant to some of the hateful opinions some of them hold. So when I told him, I never said "I'm gay". I started by telling him that I recently got out of a relationship. And that it was with a guy. His ignorance of the hate within his own denomination lead him to be quite confused as to why I'd be scared to tell him.
He's starting to realize a little bit. Once he did say "Now that I think about it, I don't think we have a single gay person in our congregation. I wonder why that is."
In the November, I had college midterms. The burden was clouding my head from being able to write my exams. So I made 2 phone calls. One to each of my parents who were then separated. Now divorced.
Mom: She was fine with it. But there was still a long pause of awkward silence as I found my words. She of course asked me why I hadn't told her sooner. We do have a really close bond. She seemed hurt, but I explained that coming out was more about me being ready than it was about people's responses.
Dad: I was really worried about him. He's become quite a devout Pentecostal. I hadn't given him much credit. Contrary to most people in that Christian denomination, he actually thought for himself. Didn't necessarily share the same bigotry as some would. In fact he is a little ignorant to some of the hateful opinions some of them hold. So when I told him, I never said "I'm gay". I started by telling him that I recently got out of a relationship. And that it was with a guy. His ignorance of the hate within his own denomination lead him to be quite confused as to why I'd be scared to tell him.
He's starting to realize a little bit. Once he did say "Now that I think about it, I don't think we have a single gay person in our congregation. I wonder why that is."
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