Another Coming Out Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is NOT written from experience of any kind, as I have yet to actually say anything to my parents in which they have responded in such matter. However, I do know that for some people things are not so easy.

Submitted: November 08, 2016

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So… Today I came out to my parents…

It was like I had broken the most expensive vase of the most expensive place, should’ve stayed hidden behind the face as not to disgrace what they wanted to raise. But I couldn’t pretend anymore, with so much to endure, trying too hard to stay pure.

What’s the point in being so hidden when the people you live with are the people who should listen? Even for just a moment, if they disagree they should still be accepting or at least open-minded to all the possibilities. And why do we blame the ones who are so ashamed of us, always looking at us with disgust, when it’s the fault of society that we can’t be who we were meant to be?

Why does it feel like a secret we should keep instead of feeling like just part of someone’s personality? I dream of the day where we don’t have to be afraid of being a disgrace, a day where we will be free to be whoever we want to be instead of it just being a gullible child’s dream.

When that day comes, I hope I’m still alive to see society thrive in love and not hate, learning to appreciate instead of learning to derate someone because they may not be strait.

And maybe they just feel wrong in their own skin, but at least they’re trying to fix it, and maybe they just can’t decide but I believe that it’s just fine because anyone and everyone is perfect in my eyes.

Maybe they could lead better lives, but they’re living in a desert as a flower that needs water to survive.

 


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