When I Came Out...

I suppose there isn’t a defining moment when I came out to my parents. It happened at different times for each of them (I have four since my parents divorced and remarried different people while I was very young). It wasn’t necessarily a ‘coming out’ either. I was never in the closet to begin with.

Rather than have a big, teary confession, I simply stated that I thought an actress on TV was ‘hot’ while watching a show with my mother. Slightly awkwardly, she replied that the actress was indeed beautiful. I then proceeded to say, completely nochalant, “I wouldn’t date her though, she looks too high maintenance. I prefer my women a little more natural.” My poor mother just hummed in agreement, unsure how to respond, and went back to watching the show.

I told my step-father about a girl I had a crush on, just as if I was talking about a boy. He smiled and told me that it was great and that I should see if she feels the same. He seemed just as unphased as I was by my own sexuality.

I told my step-mother about a birthday party I’d gone to where I had kissed one of my female friends. She laughed nervously and then proceeded to tell me about one of her ‘girlfriends’ in high-school that she had dated for awhile.

I told my father how one of my best female friends had a crush on me, though I didn’t feel the same about her anymore. He was silent for a while before giving me a hug and then going down to his studio to play his guitar. He never did like sharing emotion that much but he honestly didn’t care that I liked girls as well as boys.

I guess I didn’t come out so much as I simply acted as if they’d known all along. Luckily I have wonderful parents who don’t need to ‘accept’ me because there is nothing that requires acceptance. To them, and to me, being bisexual isn’t different or strange, it’s just as normal as being straight.

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