Step Three. Freedom.
So I've been away in Italy for a while, I went snowboarding with my Dad and my brother.
Before we left England I told my mum in our kitchen. She just smiled. Apparently she's always known. She says her and Dad had always thought it.
Specialising in sexual health she is well informed on the Kinsey scale. Which makes it easy to explain. I'm a 4. Done.
Halfway up a mountain in Italy I told my brother and he took it better than I could have ever thought. He laughed and was offended I thought he would take it any other way! Guess that shows me. Naturally the next day he had a million questions. Perfect.
To celebrate, Sam (from work) took me out 'on the gay'. My second time there, but first time 'out'.
Two friends from my course came with us, James and Martin. After I came out to them Martin spent the evening coming on to me (but in the 'I'm straight, but when I get drunk I just turn really gay' vibe... whatever Martin. I know you're a 5.) a barman walked by and just gave me his number (seriously! AND he was fit... 'Sean.') but Martin said he was a whore, when I asked how he knew he dodged the question. But fair enough. I'm keeping the number though. Who knows if that will ever happen again!
The evening was great, but evidently I recognise Martin may be closeted too. It made me realise just how messy it can be. How messy it was. And realise how lucky I am I have not had to endure anything more painful than the torment of my own mind in the closet.
I'm starting to feel free. With Raquel in the house I can talk to her whenever I want. With Andrea and Charlie knowing I feel closer to my friends again. I have mended all the bridges I couldn't maintain in the closet.
All in two weeks. High five?
But there's still a little way to go. But now at least. I feel de-closeted.
To Tell:
Dad.
Sister.
Ben and other mates.
Two friends from my course came with us, James and Martin. After I came out to them Martin spent the evening coming on to me (but in the 'I'm straight, but when I get drunk I just turn really gay' vibe... whatever Martin. I know you're a 5.) a barman walked by and just gave me his number (seriously! AND he was fit... 'Sean.') but Martin said he was a whore, when I asked how he knew he dodged the question. But fair enough. I'm keeping the number though. Who knows if that will ever happen again!
The evening was great, but evidently I recognise Martin may be closeted too. It made me realise just how messy it can be. How messy it was. And realise how lucky I am I have not had to endure anything more painful than the torment of my own mind in the closet.
I'm starting to feel free. With Raquel in the house I can talk to her whenever I want. With Andrea and Charlie knowing I feel closer to my friends again. I have mended all the bridges I couldn't maintain in the closet.
All in two weeks. High five?
But there's still a little way to go. But now at least. I feel de-closeted.
To Tell:
Dad.
Sister.
Ben and other mates.
Miki and other housemates.
Jenny.
Jenny.
I'm back.
Sam
24 February 2010 at 12:07
High five!
"Whatever Martin. I know you're a 5" LMAO