The Expose

I came out to my parents yesterday afternoon. Honestly, I thought that day would never come, but I guess the support of my sister and friends helped me overcome my greatest fear. We were sitting in the computer room watching TV, we had just laughed about something, and were about to turn on an Indian movie (low-stress was very important). That's when my sister kept giving me hints to go ahead and tell them, but I was really apprehensive, so I turned on the movie, but paused it 30 seconds later and said, "I have to tell you guys something." Immediately my mom asked which one of us had a boyfriend or girlfriend, but I guess the look on my face told her it was a lot more serious than that. At that moment I asked my sister how to start and she told to just go ahead and say it...."I'm gay."

My mom responded with, "I knew it............................................but its not like something you can't change." Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the bitch just told me to change the fact that I was gay. [Of course I busted out in tears.] On the other hand, my dad got up, gave me a big hug, and told me that he still loved me no matter what. [Which led to more tears, but out of happiness.] My dad is amazing, he told me that he didn't know and he still doesn't understand it completely, but he still supports me and loves me >>>> WOW.....my dad is awesome! My sister told them that at one point I had thought about just getting married and living a lie for the rest of my life, but then I realized it wouldn't be fair for the girl I married or me. This is when my mom said, "Well, sometimes you make sacrafices for your family! Plus, you can change it!" Can you believe that shit...she would rather be happy with the fact that I was unhappily married to some girl, than be happy with a guy....yes, that is my mother. [I thought your parents always wanted your happiness...I guess not with my mom.] She also said that being gay was America's theory, and with my American attitude I would never be able to change it. ["Cry Me a River" was an understatement at this point!] My sister tried telling her that people were gay all over the world, in fact, over 80% of gay men in India are married because they were afraid to tell anybody. [Sad times.]

My dad continued to be supportive and told me that he would always be there for me, in fact, I could move back into the house if I needed his support. He also said that it would be a hard life for me, and that I would need to remain strong. [Fuck yeah, especially with people like Bush running the country!] Then my mom decided to make her final comment, "Why couldn't you tell me this after I died?" [Can someone get the crazy bitch some valium?] At this point my dad yelled at her and told her to stop saying such things to me and he rushed over to give me another hug. She left the room and hasn't talked to me since. My dad and my sister stayed with me, he had questions, and my sister and I tried to answer them in the best way possible. I could see he felt hurt, but not because I was gay....because I would have to lead a hard life, and he couldn't protect me anymore.

I'm sorry for my first post being so depressing, but I promise you they'll be a lot happier/funnier in the future. For those of you that know me, know that I always have a funny story tell.