I've been on EC for a few months. I think it's time to share my coming out story. I'm from the Southern United States (Georgia to be more precise) and growing up, I knew I was a little different from other boys. While other boys would play sports, get dirty and go hunting; I would play house with the girls, put make up on other people and spend my time watching Disney and Sailor Moon. Plus I hated the notion of getting dirty. Okay, I did do stuff like the other boys did, like play sports (T-Ball counts as a sport...rights?), but I would much rather re-enact my favorite scenes from various movies. When middle school came around, that was the first time I knew what "gay" fully was...and I didn't like it. At that time, I was still vey much assimilated to my Southern Baptist surroundings and I thought it was wrong. It was against God, it was creepy and it was just weird overall. I did whatever I could to distance myself from homosexuality as much as I possibly could. Plus it didn't help that I was called a "sissy" and "queer" quite a few times; even by my own dad. Then high school came around and my perspective changed. I had the opportunity to actually talk to and hang out gay guy and found out, hy, they are regular people. This was also around the time I went through my "atheist phase" (I'm now an Agnostic) and completely denied God and any notion of such a thing existing. This allowed to not be so judgmental of other view points and allowed me to become more secular and knowledgeable of the natural world. I was till in denial that I was gay. I mean, i was fine with homosexuality by this point, but me? There was no way that I was gay. Well after some soul searching (ie, kissing both guys and girls, looking at gay and straight porn, etc.) I first came to to the conclusion that I was Bi-sexual...that didn't last long. One night, during my sophomore year while doing homework I had a "sudden clarity Clarence" moment and realized that I was gay. No interest in girls whatsoever. Thus started my actual coming out process. I told my friends. They said they knew. My told my sisters. One was fine with it, the other had a bit of an issue. I was waiting to tell my parents on my own time, but before I could my sister who had an issue with me coming out called and told my parents. :bang: So thus began the awkward process. My mom, who is still Christian but has become more non-denominational, was uncomfortable at first (but mostly because she was afraid I would get gay bashed), came around pretty quickly. My dad however...did not accept it at first. In fact, he told me straight to my face "why didn't you just cut out my heart and throw it to the dogs?". Ouch... Eventually, things did get easier. I forgave my sister, but still think that was a sh*tty thing for her to do. My mom has no issue with it and my dad even wanted to meet my ex-boyfriend on Christmas day. Now me being gay is such a tiny part of my existence, so much so that it seems weird to even have to tell people I'm gay. All it took was time. One day at a time.
hi thanks for sharing i had a kind of similar thought process less religious, thinking about my sexuality (most likely like guys, though girls are still cute) and my gender, came out to my family though my family was better at understanding, still haven't told my friends seems good in the end ^.^
Great story, and sorry about your dad. That must have been hard for you. It is good he has come to terms though.
My dad reacted in a similar way to yours, but I'm glad things are going well for you! Thanks for sharing your story!
