irony
My very open-minded mom looked at me as if I had three heads, but my devoutly Muslim best friend didn't bat an eye.
My very open-minded mom looked at me as if I had three heads, but my devoutly Muslim best friend didn't bat an eye.
After a small congratulatory yay for Hawaii's gay rights, I learned that coming out to my dad wouldn't just cost me another guilt tripping lecture, but the right to call him dad.
My mom thought I was pregnant when I sat down to talk with her, then gave a sigh of relief when I told her I'm gay.
I decided to go big when coming out to my family by revealing all at the same time that I'm lesbian, agnostic, vegan, and I work for a phone sex hotline.
When I came out to my dad, he was majorly pissed that I had found a loophole in the "No boys 'till you're 27" rule.
My brother cried and quoted a Barbara Streisand song the day he called to tell me he'd accepted my sexuality.
I came out to my family over 6 years ago and the most painful reaction came from my father who said, "I thought you were smarter than that."
I told him I was surprised that he was still talking to me, and he said, "Well, being bisexual means you're still half normal and I guess it could be worse."
My bisexual 14-year-old daughter put a middle school teacher in her place when she complained being examined by a female OB/GYN would make her feel "like a queer" with four perfect words: "I AM a queer."
He came out to me five seconds before I came out to him and the last three years of silence suddenly seemed so wasteful.
This year, on my birthday, I will eat alone at the restaurant where I spent my happiest birthday which eventually turned into the birthday which made me despise birthdays.
It was harder coming out to my father as a history major than as a lesbian.