November Blue
A universe where hot chips don't exist :(
I'm not sure I understand why people feel the need to come out to their family. I'm Bisexual (mostly gay.) My family doesn't know, and I don't plan on telling them anytime soon.
Maybe it's just me. I don't have a very good relationship with them. I told my friends ages ago and the're fine with it. Hell, my two best friends are straight and gay (and I'm bi lol.)
I have a mum, aunty, and grandparents. My mum loves me unconditionally, my aunty thinks I'm the antichrist, and my grandfather loved me, but he's dead now. My grandma did too, but I don't have much of a relationship with her, I don't see her much.
I got my first inkling of how my family felt about homosexuality when... actually, it was when my aunty came home from america. I had never met her before, and she had lived there for at least 10 years. A lot of her friends were gay guys, and it was a part of her lifestyle if you know what I mean. The family seemed fine with the subject.
I met my other best friend (the gay one) through my first best friend (straight.) We hung out a lot, The family knew about him (but not about me. I was a straight boy with a gay friend.)
One day, his homosexuality came up in conversation with my grandfather. He loved me a lot, we were really close and all, but when he expressed his disgust, I felt a part of myself shatter.
From there came anarchy. My new friend was an untrustworthy predator, he was going to influence me ect. (my family is old school, not religious)
He was my boyfriend at the time, and they wanted to meet him, check him out, then tried to get me away from him. The whole family found out I was friends with a gay. My mum was a little weirded out, but ok. My aunty probably would have accepted it, but she took shots at me relentlessly.
My grandparents near had an intervention, even going so far as to go over to his house and tell him he couldn't see me anymore. I kept seeing him in secret, they eventually forgot about it, and we broke up after a year or so.
Things have changed now, so if I told them, they'd probably take it much better. I see no reason to tell them now though. I have no need to.
Hell, I already bend over backwards just for a shred of acceptance and approval. The less they know about me, the better we get along.
I admire everyone in this thread for coming out, but....
Maybe it's just me. I don't have a very good relationship with them. I told my friends ages ago and the're fine with it. Hell, my two best friends are straight and gay (and I'm bi lol.)
I have a mum, aunty, and grandparents. My mum loves me unconditionally, my aunty thinks I'm the antichrist, and my grandfather loved me, but he's dead now. My grandma did too, but I don't have much of a relationship with her, I don't see her much.
I got my first inkling of how my family felt about homosexuality when... actually, it was when my aunty came home from america. I had never met her before, and she had lived there for at least 10 years. A lot of her friends were gay guys, and it was a part of her lifestyle if you know what I mean. The family seemed fine with the subject.
I met my other best friend (the gay one) through my first best friend (straight.) We hung out a lot, The family knew about him (but not about me. I was a straight boy with a gay friend.)
One day, his homosexuality came up in conversation with my grandfather. He loved me a lot, we were really close and all, but when he expressed his disgust, I felt a part of myself shatter.
From there came anarchy. My new friend was an untrustworthy predator, he was going to influence me ect. (my family is old school, not religious)
He was my boyfriend at the time, and they wanted to meet him, check him out, then tried to get me away from him. The whole family found out I was friends with a gay. My mum was a little weirded out, but ok. My aunty probably would have accepted it, but she took shots at me relentlessly.
My grandparents near had an intervention, even going so far as to go over to his house and tell him he couldn't see me anymore. I kept seeing him in secret, they eventually forgot about it, and we broke up after a year or so.
Things have changed now, so if I told them, they'd probably take it much better. I see no reason to tell them now though. I have no need to.
Hell, I already bend over backwards just for a shred of acceptance and approval. The less they know about me, the better we get along.
I admire everyone in this thread for coming out, but....