My story

So, I've been here for quite some time but I've never shared my story, so here it is now.

I was in 6th grade when I first started noticing an attraction to men. It was also the time I discovered pornographic paraphenalia in the form of 'yaoi'.
Well, the summer inbetween 6th and 7th grade, my family moved to Alpena where I'm currently located (although not right now... I'm in Germany for a year, remember?). It was there that I met Chad, my best friend/brother from another mother. He was the first person I came out too. He was cool with it and it didn't matter to him. In fact, he was very comfortable with it. We spent one night talking about the people we wanted to have sex with and what we would do with him. That's a pretty big thing for two seventh grade boys to talk about with one being gay and the other being straight.
Well, it was a Sunday. A very completely and normal Sunday until my parents found something that cornered me. I had no choice but to come out. Well, as you can imagine, they refused to believe that their son in 7th grade was gay. I don't blame them. (I myself am sometimes skeptical about the ages that people on EC are when they choose to come out.) Regardless to say, I retreated back into the closet to soothe my parents.
8th grade passed without incident. Oh! Except I had my first gay experience at band camp. His name was Andy and he was my first kiss. We don't talk now. In fact, we hate each other.
9th grade came and I met Logan, my first boyfriend. I was 14 and he was 18. My mom actually met him one day, although she didn't know she was meeting my boyfriend. It wasn't until spring, when I was dating Casey, that I had another 'closet encounter'. Casey dropped me off from school as usual, and I kissed him good-bye as usual. When I walked in the house, I noticed my mom sitting at the computer. Which meant she could've seen us kissing, but she didn't say anything so I didn't either.
A few weeks later, I asked to go hang out with Casey. My mom brought up the kiss, which she did indeed see. Some words were said, tears were shed, and again, I was forced back into the closet.
Fastforward to my sophmore year, my brother and I got into a fight which ended with him saying, "Go suck a cock you little faggot because that's all you're good for!"
So I locked myself in my bedroom threatening to tell my mother what Connor had said. And I did... but strangely enough, I was the one who got in trouble. This fight ended with my mom saying, "Does it sound appealing to have a cock in your ass?"
My reply, "Actually, I've had a dick in my ass! IT FELT AMAZING!!"
She and I didn't talk for a week after that.

Let's jump ahead again... I met Mike, we fell in love etc... He joined the army, I went to Germany, many tears etc...
The other night I called my dad. Remember, he's only been involved in one of my coming out fiascos. I tell him about Mike.
He's okay with it.

Which is absolutely more than I could ask for.

My mom, on the other hand, is still in the dark. And if she doesn't learn to clean up her dirty mouth sometime soon, she shall remain there.