I just realized that yesterday was the four month anniversary of me pretty much blowing up my closet door.
While it doesn't seem quite like ancient history, it still feels far away. Like the time I was young and my older sister and cousin were both trying to 'one up' each other with their vast knowledge of multiplication. Read more [+/-]
I tried to fit in and be part of their conversation by interrupting and butting in until they both turned to me and asked, "Fine! What's 10 times 10?" I automatically responded with 100; not because I knew how to multiply, but because it just sounded right. Pleasantly surprised it was the right answer, I puffed out my chest in pride, then proceeded to answer every other question wrong.
"What's 5 times 5 then?" "Uhm.. 55?" Laughter and teasing ensued. Seeped in embarrassment and frustration, I vowed from that day on to be smarter than both of them. At least in math. Now I have a degree in Information Systems.
So, yea, my coming out is like one of those memories.
And now I feel like I'm trying to fit in again, butting and interrupting. My group of friends have had years of experience. I can answer some of their questions correctly. "You know who Cher is, dontcha?" Well, I saw The Witches of Eastwick and that other movie where she's the mother of the guy with the big head.
I don't do so well other times. Especially when the topic involves musicals, the 80's, or sex. "Zannawhat?"
The difference now is that while they still tease me, most, if not all, want to help me along the way. Because of that, I vow to be the best gay boy I could be; and not out of spite this time, but because I want to make them proud. I can't wait to get my gay certification.