Coming out to Homophobic Parents.

My coming out to my homophobic father.

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I was born in February. I'm a Pisces! I had a father and A little brother, both of whom are now dead which means I live with my uncle. I love biology - probably because of that. I love human biology, studying cells and veins and arteries and organs.

I just turned sixteen. I like the occult and anime (Kuroshitsuji and Soul Eater are my favourite!) and well, I'm gay. But I'm homoromantic. That means I'm gay but I don't have sex with men or anyone else really. I'm an ex-heroin addict. I really like cats. I love writing.

I think that's all there is to say about me.

My dad was a single parent. A crappy one, but I loved him. My coming out story is actually in two parts. The first, I came out to him on a whim. We shared a bedroom - not a bed, calm down - because we lived in a one-bedrooom house. I was eleven. We were both in our beds watching something on the telly. He was high at the time.

I kind of had been quiet all night, wanting to tell him something. I didn't know how he'd react and I was scared. He had demonstated to me before how he felt about it. He had used racist comments, homophobia slurs and shit all the time. So I was averse to bring blunt. But I decided to go for it and accept whatever consequences were coming my way.

"Dad...I think I like men,"

Everything was silent. Really silent. The telly still blared. I waited a few minutes, kept waiting and waiting before I asked.

" everything okay?"

He said, in his slurring voice, fighting to keep awake on drugs. "I just can't believe my son is a weirdo," and fell asleep. I never slept all that night. The next morning he woke up, picked a few times and didn't even remember what we had talked about. He had totally forgotten that I came out.

The second time was when I was twelve. Just turned it, in fact. Me and dad had a cider bottle each and I said. "Hey, I want to tell you something,"

"Oh?" He asked, a little tipsy but still sober enough to comprehend what was going on.

"Dad...I'm gay. I like men. I have a boyfriend,"

A low laugh and a "it's kind of fucking obvious Mickey,"

And I cried and hugged him. He died later that night due to conorary artery thrombosis. So I guess my coming out didn't really mean anything. I never really got the whole aftermath of it.

Published on 29-Mar-2017

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