My mom confronted me about being gay today, since she'd heard rumors about me. I guess I'm not careful enough when I'm drunk, but yeah, I'm gay...
I was even too afraid to come out on SWF because I know a lot of people IRL here, but it's gotten to the point where I just think-- **** it. I doubt any of the people I know in real life even check this thread out. And if they do, they'll figure it out sooner or later. Anyway, here's my story.
I've been gay since the beginning. You've all gone through that, right? But what made me weird is that though I
knew I liked guys, I still considered myself to be straight. Though I'd totally look at gay porn and everything, I still considered myself to be straight. I think it was just constant pressure from my church, friends, and society that lead me to believe that -- "No -- not me. I'm not gay! Being gay is gross!" I was even homophobic.
Skip a couple of years, and I was in my freshman year of college. I was in the bookstore with my straight friend Devin, (weird that I have to mention when people are straight instead of gay...) when we ran into one of Devin's best friends from high school, Guy. Devin and Guy went to a different high school than me. What's even funnier, is that I knew him as "The Gay guy from the rival school." I noticed that Guy was buying two of the same textbooks I was. We were both taking Acting I (Acting-- my only gay vice.), and Japanese I. I was still a little homophobic at the time, but I could tell that he was a way cool guy.
Guy started hanging out with us more, since his job ended, and I realized that he was an awesome guy-- and totally smokin' hot. We ended up taking another semester of Japanese and Acting, and were in a few plays together, too. After about a year, he thinks I'm straight at the time, and we're best friends. Only I secretly think he's totally hot, right?
Still under the impression that I should live my life under my church's standards, I was at a drunken party. I didn't drink alcohol at the time, but everyone around me was totally drunk. Guy eventually cornered me in his bedroom, and spilled the beans that he had a crush on me, and that if I was gay, we'd totally be a couple. That freaked me right the **** out. I'd always thought he was good looking, but ... I never had a
crush on him. . . Did I?
After a while, I realized that I did. A month went by, and every time I hung out with him, I'd think to myself "This could happen, if I only let it." But I was too afraid to. As I'm sure you've all experienced, the stereotypes that get tacked onto people as soon as they step a foot outside of the closet were just too much for me to handle. I'm totally straight on paper, other than the fact that I dress nicely and do theater. I can't handle people thinking that I'm "faaaabulooous" and stuff.
October 2007, it was my friend Haelee's birthday. As usual, they'd all be drinking alcohol. My friends begged me to drink just this one time, for her birthday present. I agreed to. But I was scared ****less as to what I might say, or what I might do with Guy around.
Well, the first few hours were okay. Since it was my first time drinking, they kept shoving drinks down my throat. Eventually, I got so drunk that I had to puke. After finishing that business, I stumbled down the hall, into Guy's room, where I passed out on his bed.
I don't know how long I was laying there. Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, two hours, but eventually Guy came in and noticed me laying there. He simply asked me "Are you okay?", but before he could even finish his sentence, I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and kissed him. One thing led to another, and I woke up the next morning naked in bed with a guy. It happened! No buttsex, or anything, but a hardcore, drunken, naked, makeout that I could barely remember happened. And it was awesome!
After we both woke up, we had a conversation-- mostly, he thought he had accidently molested me, and he felt
terrible. But after some reassurance, we realized we sort of had something last night. He assured me that he wouldn't tell anyone.
The next week, we were alone in his bedroom. Still unsure of what to make of what happened. We were best friends for a year, and one night, we woke up together in a twin-sized bed naked. Well, since boys will be boys, we settled the confusion with more random lovin'. Sadly, the door didn't lock properly, and his room mate walked in on us.
"Whooooa...."
I sort of just stopped what I was doing, put clothes on, and left as fast as possible. Who only lasts a week? Anyway, I got a text from his room mate, saying that Guy had talked to him, and the secret was safe.
*sigh* Long story, right? I'll wrap it up.
Anyway, a couple months passed, and Guy and I had been secretly dating. One day, we talked it over, and we decided that he and I were allowed to call each other 'boyfriend.' We'd been kissing behind doors, in closets, behind people's backs, etc for the entire time. From October '07, until now.... when horror struck.
My mom confronted me today, saying she heard rumors. Which I couldn't doubt. Since the one night I drank for the first time, I'd become a
raging alcoholic. Supposedly, we drunk dialed too many people, thought we were safe kissing behind people's backs, and said too much stuff in front of people to the point where everyone we know knows-- they just haven't said anything.
I just finally made it official to my mom, and now with SWF. Guy's in DC right now, so I'm waiting for him to get back before coming out to friends, but yeah-- I'm ready for one of the ****tiest few weeks of my life-- the coming out of the closet weeks.
Wish me luck. =/
And just because I've been wanting to say this for a long time, HAHA! I have a
real boyfriend!