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goodolmike) wrote2010-10-11 02:38 pm
goodolmike) wrote2010-10-11 02:38 pm
Hey, it's National Coming Out Day! (plus meat loaf)
October 11th is National Coming Out Day. I have a story.
I came out to my sister about 15 years ago, and I came out to my brother shortly after that. I've been out to most people for a long, long time. But like a lot of people, I held off on coming out to my parents. For me, it started with still being financially dependent on them, then it switched to me just not feeling comfortable talking about it, and then it switched to "Oh, they know, we just haven't had the talk."
Last year (I know, right?!) I finally decided to have the talk with them, and I wanted to do it ON National Coming Out Day. But my plan was thwarted by my aunt and uncle, who randomly decided to visit from Pasadena that day. Cock-blocked!
I calculated that there was still hope. After all, they weren't staying over night. Wait till they leave, stop by Mom and Dad's, drop the bomb, bounce. The trick was I wanted to talk to them alone and in person without tipping them off ahead of time.
I left a nervous message early that evening, "Hey Mom and Dad, I was wondering if I could stop by to talk about something... Don't worry, it's not a big deal... well... I mean it kind of is... but it's not bad... Just call me back."
At that point, I realized that I was locked in. I was going to come out, and that was that.
But after a few hours of not hearing from them, it began to seem like it wasn't going to happen. So I did what any self-repecting gay would do in my situation; I began to make a meat loaf. (Side Note: My meat loaf rules. You should try it some time.)
Phone rings; it's my mom.
"Hi Mike, what's up? Do you still want to come over?"
"I do... but I just put a meat loaf in the oven. I guess I'll have to do this over the phone. I'm gay."
It was that easy. Turns out they very much suspected so, and my 90-something-year-old grandpa, who also suspected, was telling them the other day that they should actually talk to me about it. The conversation went really well. I told them to be sure to watch Modern Family.
Fast forward to a year later, Mark and I just got back from a family cruise. It was my whole family including my boyfriend. This has been one of the best years of my life, and I attribute a lot of it to me fully owning who I am as a person.
So, yay! Oh, and dinner tonight, per the new annual tradition: Meat loaf.
I came out to my sister about 15 years ago, and I came out to my brother shortly after that. I've been out to most people for a long, long time. But like a lot of people, I held off on coming out to my parents. For me, it started with still being financially dependent on them, then it switched to me just not feeling comfortable talking about it, and then it switched to "Oh, they know, we just haven't had the talk."
Last year (I know, right?!) I finally decided to have the talk with them, and I wanted to do it ON National Coming Out Day. But my plan was thwarted by my aunt and uncle, who randomly decided to visit from Pasadena that day. Cock-blocked!
I calculated that there was still hope. After all, they weren't staying over night. Wait till they leave, stop by Mom and Dad's, drop the bomb, bounce. The trick was I wanted to talk to them alone and in person without tipping them off ahead of time.
I left a nervous message early that evening, "Hey Mom and Dad, I was wondering if I could stop by to talk about something... Don't worry, it's not a big deal... well... I mean it kind of is... but it's not bad... Just call me back."
At that point, I realized that I was locked in. I was going to come out, and that was that.
But after a few hours of not hearing from them, it began to seem like it wasn't going to happen. So I did what any self-repecting gay would do in my situation; I began to make a meat loaf. (Side Note: My meat loaf rules. You should try it some time.)
Phone rings; it's my mom.
"Hi Mike, what's up? Do you still want to come over?"
"I do... but I just put a meat loaf in the oven. I guess I'll have to do this over the phone. I'm gay."
It was that easy. Turns out they very much suspected so, and my 90-something-year-old grandpa, who also suspected, was telling them the other day that they should actually talk to me about it. The conversation went really well. I told them to be sure to watch Modern Family.
Fast forward to a year later, Mark and I just got back from a family cruise. It was my whole family including my boyfriend. This has been one of the best years of my life, and I attribute a lot of it to me fully owning who I am as a person.
So, yay! Oh, and dinner tonight, per the new annual tradition: Meat loaf.
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They always know before you do.
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I first came out to myself when I was 18. I came out to my sister a year later. SHE went around and BLABBED to everyone. My mother freaked but she got over it fast.
I was pissed at my sister for a long time but after reading your post I should really thank her FOR DOING ALL THE WORK FOR ME!
MA! MEAT LOAF!!
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:o) Great story!
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HOORAY!
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*giggle*
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(Anonymous) 2010-10-13 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)-Sista