Hypocrite
I can no longer give a speech at my middle brother's wedding, because I am too angry that he calls himself a Christian and yet allows his friends to refer to our youngest brother as a "faggot."
I can no longer give a speech at my middle brother's wedding, because I am too angry that he calls himself a Christian and yet allows his friends to refer to our youngest brother as a "faggot."
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.
Although cancer took my little brother ten years ago when he was a sophomore in college, his first (and only) boyfriend and I still refer to one another as "brothers-in-law."
She then turned to me and ended the story with, "So that's how my friend went from sexually confused Catholic school boy to gay bank robber wanted in three states."
I found out that Don't Ask, Don't Tell had been repealed two hours after I came out to my little sister.
I realized I had probably picked the wrong religion when the priest, a week after he had read my essay about acceptance and respect of all people out loud to the class, told me that I would go to hell after I told him I was gay.
After years of teasing my brother about being gay when he wasn't, we were all surprised when he came home with a steady boyfriend.
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.
On my coming out to my mother, she told the whole family, adding that if they had a problem with it, she would have no problem burying them, dead or alive.
I disliked my coworker when I found out she was fiercely homophobic, but it became serious when I found out she also hated the Beatles.
I was briskly desensitized to gay people when my roomate's boyfriend stayed in the dorm room for a week straight.
When I arrived at my dad's house after hearing he had died of a heart attack, the first words my mother said to me were, "Did you tell your dad you are gay?"
As I looked across the table at my husband and his new boyfriend, I found myself oddly happy for them.
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."
When he was a little kid, my now-gay brother asked my mom when he would turn into a girl.
The four of us were in the bar drinking for at least thirty minutes before we realized it was a gay bar.
Running into my uptight, conservative boss at a gay bar was both the most embarrassing and the most gratifying experience of my life.
He came out to me five seconds before I came out to him and the last three years of silence suddenly seemed so wasteful.
My sister tells me she watched our mom cry when I came out as gay to which I reply that I watched our mom cry when she ran away, stole the car, and got mom arrested.
When my dad finally decided that having a gay child was better than having a dead child, we started talking again.
It was so not part of my plan to come out to my entire city on the 11 o'clock news.
My 18th birthday present was dinner at Shoney's and my father coming out of the closet.
He knows that I'm in love with him but he still tried to hook up with my sister just to hurt me.
I wished I would have kissed you in front of my mother, just to show her that her God-fearing ways haven't affected me.
We've been together for three years, but we don't consider ourselves lesbians.
As I was a suicidal, gay teen, I sometimes wish I'd get HIV so I'd be spared having to think of a future I'm not sure I ever wanted.
The first time my parents found gay porn on the computer, I cried and said I was just jealous of their bodies, and how I wasn't thin like those boys on the Internet.
My gay best friend had straight sex for the first time this morning with the girl who'd taken my virginity four years ago.
I have to pretend I don't notice the way people look at me when they are trying to decide if I am a boy or a girl.
I knew I was gay when I got my lip pierced just so I wouldn't have to kiss my boyfriend while I worked up the nerve to break up with him.
I came out at BYU because I couldn't not go to bed with her and then she left me eight years later for our therapist.
One day, our kids will look through old photo albums and say, "Hey, why did Mom go to prom with you AND Uncle Chris, especially since Uncle Chris likes BOYS?"
My boyfriend thinks it's cool that I check women out with him, but what he doesn't know is that I am more gay than he can imagine.
The first man to ever lend me clothing was outrageously gay, and he only gave me the socks so I wouldn't drag my wet ones on the floors.
My girlfriend has a boyfriend, and I'm okay with that.
My girlfriend has a boyfriend thats homophobic.