To those of you who's coming out was a horror story, many hugs sent your way. Coming out for me wasn't such a bad thing...not that my family took it well at first, but at least there were no subsequent beatings or disownings. My mom actually told me that I was gay. She had been out to dinner with her boyfriend, who's daughter knew about me and had apparently told her dad. Well, Mom and said boyfriend come home and she comes downstairs to bring me my take out, or so I thought. Instead she throws open my door and says "so you're a dyke now?" My response was "Yeah, so?" and after screaming that I'm sick and disgusting she went upstairs and left me alone. Her boyfriend also made it a point to tell everyone in my mother's side of the family, a very southern very Christian group of people. To his dismay they reacted with nothing but support for me. But I guess that wasn't in his master plan. While my family doesn't care and accepts me, he makes it a point to insult me and degrade me at any chance he gets. From him I have to deal with comments of "You're going to die of aids you sick bitch, and you fucking dykes are nasty, why don't you just give it up and go find a man?" He even goes so far as to try and convince my lesbian friends to "switch sides". I don't know...it's nothing I can't live through, but it does make me spend many a night crying over the stupidity of some people, because at this point in time I don't feel that I'll ever be truly accepted for who I am.
Aim