Coming Out Day
I began my coming out process in high school. The first person I ever came out to was a friend, Mikki, during senior year, the night of the senior prom (which neither of us attended) in 1985. Her reaction was overwhelmingly positive (I think her exact words were "That's so cool!"). The first family member I came out to was my mom, a few years later
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I wish things could have gone better between you & your father.
I did something this morning I'm still coming to terms with, I spammed all my social media accounts with a) the fact I'm gay, b) in love, and c) he's on his way at this very moment (somewhere in Illinois on his way from Oklahoma to Pennsylvania) to move in with me.
Thing is, my mom has my Facebook account and is SO ultra-conservative I suspect she considers the Tea Party too liberal for her tastes. We've had an uneasy "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" truce for almost 25 years now, and I fear what her reaction will be when she reads my post. I had a very ugly childhood, and she's basically the only family member I have -any- contact with. (In her defense, I understand the "I was too afraid to call the cops to rescue you" because, hell, I was afraid of the child molesting/raping bastard myself and dreaded his appearance in my room night after night.)
I don't want to lose her, but at 44 it's about bloody time I started being true to myself and stood up to be counted. May her God have mercy on her soul.
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