Coming out

Don't like gay marriage? Then don't have one!The last step in the process is complete! This post represents the day when I came out to my father. He was the last person who I desperately needed to tell that I am gay. Some of you I haven’t told. Please don’t be offended, I only told people when the timing seemed right and when I could cause the least offense. Now that all my parents and my immediate family know, there is no one in the world I care to hide this information from.

I sent him an email, and I sent it from the US. I did this because I was afraid of his reaction and afraid of possible rejection and/or losing his love. I am grateful, surprised and overjoyed that my father replied back almost immediately to tell me that he loves me no matter what. Sure we will probably have our disagreements, but he hasn’t disowned me, he hasn’t demanded I do anything. He’s probably going to have to take some time to digest this information and do his best to understand. I am just grateful that he is willing to try.

I may post some things that relate to my sexuality here. When I do so, I will often tag them as “gay” and emails won’t be sent out so as not to offend anyone.

The image on the right is of the back of my car. Yes, that is the bumper sticker that I drive around with in the middle of Texas. No, I am not mad. Believe it or not, the most common reaction I get is people laughing or chuckling softly to themselves as they drive behind me. One gay couple stopped next to me on the road to tell me they loved my bumper sticker. I do too.