My roommate wasn’t home and usually my mom and I could talk about anything, especially if my feelings were involved so I called her at 9 PM and told her. Well, I wasn’t going to be feeling any better after this call. She didn’t say anything at first. The first thing that came out of her mouth is such a gay cliche´, “Do you need to see a psychiatrist?” I couldn’t believe it. I answered “No, thanks Mom, I’ll talk to you later.”
#61 Name: Elizabeth Age: 18 Location: TN Question: A week after Valentine’s Day I gave this girl a box of heart shaped chocolates. I was nervous and I don’t think I communicated well… I found out later that she actually went to my high school and I never knew it. My high school years were [...]
Name: Mary Age: 29 Location: Los Angeles I don’t know where to being, I guess I’ll start with coming out at 10 to my father. I told him I was gay and he said, I know. That went over pretty well. I had always been attracted to girls, always kissed and basically had sex with [...]
I don’t know what I am anymore. Or maybe, deep down I do, and always did but have been told so often that it’s “wrong” that I’m afraid to admit the truth. Yea, maybe it’s denial. Maybe, it’s a phase that’s lasted…20 years O_o maybe… But that’s the thing- I’m too full of maybes and [...]
