I came out shortly after my 21st birthday. I was working at a home improvement store and a cashier invited me out one Wednesday (mid December). We ended up at a gay bar on drag night! I couldn't believe it- I was like what am I going to do, how am I going to act? After a few beers I revealed to my friend from work that I was gay- the first time I ever told anyone and boy did I have butterflies when telling her. She said she knew and that she was too! We had a blast drinking and dancing the night away- and being "fresh meat" in the gay bar, I was getting lots of attention. Something that was very new to me.

It was about 3-4 months after this that I told my parents- I had a few puppy love relationships, many new friends and my first real boyfriend. All of which were calling the house- my parents house! One afternoon my mother asked me "who are these people? what's going on?" And that's when I told her that I was gay. She was shocked or at least acted shocked. Told me that they would get me therapy (which never happened). Minutes later my father pulled up in the drive way home for lunch and my mother told me she was going to tell him- I asked her not to. My mother goes into the kitchen, tells my father and he comes into the sunroom and asks me if it's true. I told him yes and he told me I'm "doomed," asks me if I knew what AIDS was and told me that I'm not allowed to bring boyfriends to the house. Which hurt my feelings, but...

There was a week of weirdness- my mother swears she never knew, but my father said he always did. I didn't tell my brother until years later, but he was so cool and understanding and didn't care that I was. About they guy I was dating at this time- he was 10 years older than me, my first love, the first guy I had sex with and I really fell hard for him. After two weeks he broke up with me and I was crushed and had never been so depressed. Both of my parents were there to help me through that.


Fastforward a decade- they are so cool with it. They accept Drew as part of the family. Drew goes to all the family functions- holidays, birthdays, etc. Last year my parents took my brother and his girlfriend and Drew and I on vacation to Mexico. And we are all going again in about 120 days. My mother and brother both go to Drew's hair salon (my dad shaves his head bald).

All's good!

I wondered if you were ever going to share yours!

I came out shortly after my 21st birthday. I was working at a home improvement store and a cashier invited me out one Wednesday (mid December). We ended up at a gay bar on drag night! I couldn't believe it- I was like what am I going to do, how am I going to act? After a few beers I revealed to my friend from work that I was gay- the first time I ever told anyone and boy did I have butterflies when telling her. She said she knew and that she was too! We had a blast drinking and dancing the night away- and being "fresh meat" in the gay bar, I was getting lots of attention. Something that was very new to me.

It was about 3-4 months after this that I told my parents- I had a few puppy love relationships, many new friends and my first real boyfriend. All of which were calling the house- my parents house! One afternoon my mother asked me "who are these people? what's going on?" And that's when I told her that I was gay. She was shocked or at least acted shocked. Told me that they would get me therapy (which never happened). Minutes later my father pulled up in the drive way home for lunch and my mother told me she was going to tell him- I asked her not to. My mother goes into the kitchen, tells my father and he comes into the sunroom and asks me if it's true. I told him yes and he told me I'm "doomed," asks me if I knew what AIDS was and told me that I'm not allowed to bring boyfriends to the house. Which hurt my feelings, but...

There was a week of weirdness- my mother swears she never knew, but my father said he always did. I didn't tell my brother until years later, but he was so cool and understanding and didn't care that I was. About they guy I was dating at this time- he was 10 years older than me, my first love, the first guy I had sex with and I really fell hard for him. After two weeks he broke up with me and I was crushed and had never been so depressed. Both of my parents were there to help me through that.


Fastforward a decade- they are so cool with it. They accept Drew as part of the family. Drew goes to all the family functions- holidays, birthdays, etc. Last year my parents took my brother and his girlfriend and Drew and I on vacation to Mexico. And we are all going again in about 120 days. My mother and brother both go to Drew's hair salon (my dad shaves his head bald).

All's good!

Thanks!

It's funny people talking about the first time they went to a gay club. The first time I went to a gay club in Hollywood I was terrified. I went with some new friends I met and I imagined S&M scenes, nakedness and mayhem and when I got in discovered that it was just like the straight clubs I had been going to with my straight best friend. Little did I know that I'd eventually enjoy S&M scenes, nakedness and mayhem at a club

No coming out story for me...just my mom telling me every once an awhile, " You better not turn into a lesbian." She said that in front of these people I didn't know...so embarrassing.

No coming out story for me...just my mom telling me every once an awhile, " You better not turn into a lesbian." She said that in front of these people I didn't know...so embarrassing.

No coming out story for me...just my mom telling me every once an awhile, " You better not turn into a lesbian." She said that in front of these people I didn't know...so embarrassing.

I remember once sitting with my baby sister in a bean bag in our living room and watching the "Donahue" show. The topic of that show was homosexuality. I sat there completely engrossed in the show because at 12 years of age, I already knew I was gay, actually I've known ever since I can remember.

My mother was behind me on the couch so could not see that I was listening intently to the show. I just pretended not to be listening while I rocked my sister, kissing her head....but all the while I was listening to the program.

During the show my mother called my attention and she said "You are special. You have a woman's heart. But just because you love your little sister, and just because you have a woman's heart, that does not mean you are gay."

"Woman's heart". My mother was right. I do have a woman's heart. It's one of the reasons I would choose to be gay. I can express myself in exactly the way I want. I don't have to be afraid of fitting into a little box called "being a man". I can be whoever I am, I can cry, and I can express all the love I have. I'm truly free

It's funny to think back on that and then her denial of ever knowing I was gay. Hello, I floated out of your womb!

It's funny people talking about the first time they went to a gay club. The first time I went to a gay club in Hollywood I was terrified. I went with some new friends I met and I imagined S&M scenes, nakedness and mayhem and when I got in discovered that it was just like the straight clubs I had been going to with my straight best friend. Little did I know that I'd eventually enjoy S&M scenes, nakedness and mayhem at a club

just like the straight clubs sorta kinda!

Yeah and I love that S&M, nakedness and mayhem too! But that's cuz I'm a damn monkey!

I came out shortly after my 21st birthday. I was working at a home improvement store and a cashier invited me out one Wednesday (mid December). We ended up at a gay bar on drag night! I couldn't believe it- I was like what am I going to do, how am I going to act? After a few beers I revealed to my friend from work that I was gay- the first time I ever told anyone and boy did I have butterflies when telling her. She said she knew and that she was too! We had a blast drinking and dancing the night away- and being "fresh meat" in the gay bar, I was getting lots of attention. Something that was very new to me.

It was about 3-4 months after this that I told my parents- I had a few puppy love relationships, many new friends and my first real boyfriend. All of which were calling the house- my parents house! One afternoon my mother asked me "who are these people? what's going on?" And that's when I told her that I was gay. She was shocked or at least acted shocked. Told me that they would get me therapy (which never happened). Minutes later my father pulled up in the drive way home for lunch and my mother told me she was going to tell him- I asked her not to. My mother goes into the kitchen, tells my father and he comes into the sunroom and asks me if it's true. I told him yes and he told me I'm "doomed," asks me if I knew what AIDS was and told me that I'm not allowed to bring boyfriends to the house. Which hurt my feelings, but...

There was a week of weirdness- my mother swears she never knew, but my father said he always did. I didn't tell my brother until years later, but he was so cool and understanding and didn't care that I was. About they guy I was dating at this time- he was 10 years older than me, my first love, the first guy I had sex with and I really fell hard for him. After two weeks he broke up with me and I was crushed and had never been so depressed. Both of my parents were there to help me through that.


Fastforward a decade- they are so cool with it. They accept Drew as part of the family. Drew goes to all the family functions- holidays, birthdays, etc. Last year my parents took my brother and his girlfriend and Drew and I on vacation to Mexico. And we are all going again in about 120 days. My mother and brother both go to Drew's hair salon (my dad shaves his head bald).

All's good!

This is incredible. The love of my life, my ex, got along with my parents also. It's such a great feeling. He was a "Hair Designer" also. One day he was retouching my mom's hair in the kitchen and I was just watching them interact, laughing and talking while my ex applied color to my mom's hair. I almost cried. The thing is that whenever he and I would fight my mom was right there defending him. The first thing out of her mouth was "What did you do to him?" It's so funny to me now.

You are very lucky and so is he.

xxooxx
M

great story Cynthias...

my parents took the fact i have HIV better than my being gay.

LOL crazy people.

I have yet to tell them the Leather thing... but i think they know something is up since they are aware that my ex was American Leatherman

Thanks M!!
My mother and Drew get along so well- old movies and movie stars, books, sewing and crafts, vintage knickknacks. I'm so glad my parents (my father actually) got over it and accepted it for what it is- a heathly, loving relationship. Drew's good for me and my parents see that. In the end all parents want their children to be happy.

And yes!! My mother does the same thing when Drew and I argue!! "Now are you leaving out anything?" Which I do!

Thanks dear!

Maybe some people think the two go hand-n-hand.

What year was your x-man an American Leatherman?