Coming Out

It was fine at first. I know he tried to understand, but maybe it was a bit much to comprehend. He's not homophobic per say, but it had never directly affected him before, and now his daughter liked girls.

He never called me a faggot or dyke, he didn't kick me to the curb. So I guess I was lucky in that sense. But instead I'm stuck in a household that doesn't quite 'get it.' I'm in a household where I have been told my sexuality makes others uncomfortable, where 'in my day, we didn't talk about such things.'

I was proud of my sexuality before I told him. It was one of the few parts of me I could love, but it slowly got twisted to just another feature to hate.

So I still live under my parents roof, and I don't get called names. But I was taught to hate myself.