#gayexperiences

[justanotherfeministlez]

So today a rather butch lady kept checking me out...while I was wearing flannel...at Home Depot... The only thing that would make this gayer is if we were looking at power tools and I had a Subaru parked outside.

[supreme-deeoh-blog]

Finding A Way Out

My life has currently taken a turn for the best. It all started a few weeks ago when I forcibly came out to my mom. After many years of wondering why there weren’t any women in my life aside from my friends, it all made sense to her. I had no reason to be afraid because I knew what her thoughts of homosexuality were, and I knew she would be ok with it yet I couldn’t find it in myself to tell her. When she finally found out, she just said “ok, I don’t see why you felt the need to hide it. You know I don’t have a problem with gays,” which after she said that, I felt a huge weight get lifted off my shoulders. Upon voicing her opinion, it was then brought to my attention that I have to tell my dad as soon as possible, to which my mother said would result in him freaking out. I don’t want my relationship with my father to be estranged, but if he has a problem with who and what I am then it will be best for me to keep my distance. After all, I have nothing to feel guilty of, and I have grown happy to be who I am.

My relationship with my mother has improved greatly since she got married to her dick husband; so much that I was even comfortable with bringing her to Boxers (the bar I regularly attend) to meet my friends. She had a blast and my friends loved her. My friend Brandon even nicknamed her “Mama T,” which is starting to stick with the rest of my group. I’m even planning on bringing her to a drag show in Hell’s Kitchen some time after Christmas. I know I won’t be able to have that kind of relationship with my dad when he finds out, but I hope he at least can talk to me about what’s going on in my life, such as relationships or potential boyfriends.

Before my mother finding out about my being gay, I was faced with another obstacle, which was finding a way to tell my best friend who I think of as a brother. People would think that it’s easier to tell someone they really trust, but it’s not when that person makes homophobic remarks. He confronted me about it and I recently discovered that he found out when he saw a photo of my friend and I at the bar; he wasn’t mad at me for being gay, but disappointed because I didn’t tell him. I was very relieved when I saw he was ok with it. He just came back from Italy to be with his wife as she gave birth to their second child and I was glad to see that he was acting as if nothing happened.

The next step after coming out to my dad will be to come out to the rest of my family; to my surprise, my grandmother was the one to have my mom confront me about being gay and she told her that my being gay doesn’t change the amount of love she has for me because I am still her grandson. It was good to know that I’ll have my grandmother’s support in my efforts to discover who I am. I’m curious as to how the rest of my family will react.

Happy Holidays, my darlings! Be safe and spread love.