I came out in 1996 to my best friend. It took me about 2 weeks to complete my quest, I really has to process the risks and rewards. But one night at Wal-Mart, I finally did it. I came out in the hair products aisle, looking for dye for streaking my bob. I actually remember feeling the weight move away from me as I said: "I'm really gay."
Two days later, my friends and I were watching Dawson's Creek in my dorm room. My mama called just to chat about her day. While we were talking, she just blurted out that if I liked boys that's fine. She knew I was gay and she thought it would easier for me if she 'helped' me come out. In fact, she made it a lot easier for me to tell everyone I knew.
Since then, life has been pretty good. Because I came out, I was able to live my life to the fullest. I hope many others come out and experience the freedom of being alive and being real.
7 comments:
It really is all about freedom.
I hope you realize how lucky you have it to have an accepting parent. HUGS
Beautiful story. You have a great Mom. Keep going with your great blog. I often get news what's going on in the gay community first through you.
It's true about feeling like a weight has been lifted off. You feel so much lighter afterwards. Wonderful
I really believe most of our Moms know about our sexuality maybe even before we figure it out.
Bless your Mothers heart! You really are lucky to have such a Mom.
Your mom sounds awesome - wish more people can be that open! I'm getting there though!
I didn't have to say a thing.
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