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Hey everyone, my 18th birthday was yesterday! I can now [legally] join the LPSG community.
So, I came out to my mom last night. Things went well. I asked if we could "talk about something" and she sat down. I told her that I felt like I was about to drop a bomb on her. She could tell I was ballz nervous and asked what it was. I looked away and hid my face in my left hand, and then she started asking "Is it bad? Does it have to do with crime? Drugs? Sex?" She kept on like that (asking specific categorical questions) and then I just said it to make her stop and to get it out there. "I'm gay."
"You are?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I wish I remembered more of her initial response, but that's all I can recall specifically. She asked how long I knew for, told me she had absolutely no idea (if we're going to be stereotypical, I'm rather "straight-acting"), and said "You're a sista now!" much to my dismay and slight offense. Most awkward question award goes to: (After explaining that I knew since I was 12...) "So you knew because were attracted to other boys?" which resulted in a sigh from me and an "...awkward." I mean, she had to know the answer to that one if I just told her that I'm gay.
She's accepting of it, though the thought of gay sex disgusts her (which is to be expected, I guess). My sister brought it up at my birthday dinner (fun family conversation, right?) for whatever reason and they both agreed that they're okay with gays until they think about "what they do in the bedroom."
"Exit only!" said my mother.
"Not all gays like anal sex," said I, to their astonishment.
Anyways, she's the 3rd person who knows (2 friends know). I'm planning on going public with it soon, even though I'm still in high school which could make things a bit difficult. I'm just tired of not entirely being myself, you know? There's never a "good" day to do it, so I thought I might as well do it on my birthday. They can't get mad at me on my birthday, haha. Other impetuses include how it's National Coming Out week, how I wanted to get it out in the open so I can write my college essay about it and ask for critiques, and that little dinner conversation that got me a tad riled.
tl;dr version: I came out to my mom on my 18th birthday, and it was okay for the most part.
So, hello LPSG!
So, I came out to my mom last night. Things went well. I asked if we could "talk about something" and she sat down. I told her that I felt like I was about to drop a bomb on her. She could tell I was ballz nervous and asked what it was. I looked away and hid my face in my left hand, and then she started asking "Is it bad? Does it have to do with crime? Drugs? Sex?" She kept on like that (asking specific categorical questions) and then I just said it to make her stop and to get it out there. "I'm gay."
"You are?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I wish I remembered more of her initial response, but that's all I can recall specifically. She asked how long I knew for, told me she had absolutely no idea (if we're going to be stereotypical, I'm rather "straight-acting"), and said "You're a sista now!" much to my dismay and slight offense. Most awkward question award goes to: (After explaining that I knew since I was 12...) "So you knew because were attracted to other boys?" which resulted in a sigh from me and an "...awkward." I mean, she had to know the answer to that one if I just told her that I'm gay.
She's accepting of it, though the thought of gay sex disgusts her (which is to be expected, I guess). My sister brought it up at my birthday dinner (fun family conversation, right?) for whatever reason and they both agreed that they're okay with gays until they think about "what they do in the bedroom."
"Exit only!" said my mother.
"Not all gays like anal sex," said I, to their astonishment.
Anyways, she's the 3rd person who knows (2 friends know). I'm planning on going public with it soon, even though I'm still in high school which could make things a bit difficult. I'm just tired of not entirely being myself, you know? There's never a "good" day to do it, so I thought I might as well do it on my birthday. They can't get mad at me on my birthday, haha. Other impetuses include how it's National Coming Out week, how I wanted to get it out in the open so I can write my college essay about it and ask for critiques, and that little dinner conversation that got me a tad riled.
tl;dr version: I came out to my mom on my 18th birthday, and it was okay for the most part.
So, hello LPSG!
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