I woke up this morning to a full bed. Cakie snuck in sometime in the morning and was sleeping across the foot of the bed. Trucker was in the co-sleeper. The cat was taking up half of my side. My honey was on the other side. Despite the fact that I had to remain in the fetal position to not kick anyone, I was just so happy. Trucker was smiling in his sleep. Smile. Suck suck suck. Smile. One day you wake up and there is your family. These people, at least the little ones, would not exist without the love between me and my honey. Without the love, it would be just me and my cat. Probably still on my old broke-down futon.
I got up to feed the cat, who threatened to awaken the whole family, and I stopped to check my email. There I discovered an email from a young reader. She’s been reading my blog for about a year. She’s in a place and a point in her life which makes it hard for her to come out of the closet. But she still has to some degree. She called me a role model. Wow. I’m calling her a role model back. So there. Coming out has not been too too hard for me. I have ex-hippie parents, a step sister who replied, “I know,” when I told her, and a brother who had a lesbian roommate for the past umpteen years. Plus I live in Gaytown, USA, which always helps. I did have one friend who dumped me after knowing I was gay for ten years. Born again? Born as Rosemary’s baby, I say. It broke my heart and I can no longer say her name without sounding like Seinfeld talking about Newman.
Enough about me. Let’s make a little present for my reader, who gave me such a great gift this morning. Tell us your coming out stories. I want to hear the good and the bad. And if you are a gay parent, I’d love to hear about how your parents reacted when they became grandparents. I’d also love to hear, from those of you whose parents had a hard time with the news at first– you know, them trying to turn you not-gay, etc — how did they change over time?
Oooh! I can’t wait to hear your stories.