the fallout: my coming out story, part three...

part one
part two

       we've talked about it since the big day back in december: an official "part two" of the discussion, which was to take place after my parents reviewed the materials i gave them and did some searching (soul and otherwise) of their own. well, finally, that day was today. they drove down to como yesterday evening and we spent the evening just being together. went for dinner at a hibachi restaurant, where i spilled dr. pepper all over my jeans and new calvin klein hoodie (i'm not really a brand sort of person, which was one of the draws of this hoodie -- no billboards attached, even if the price tag was larger than i normally can afford, but i didn't buy it either. fortunately it survived the incident unscathed). there was a really cute waiter there, too. he wasn't ours, unfortunately, but i was glad that he didn't see me running to the restroom with what looked like a big pee stain on my pants. anyway, after going back to my apartment for fresh clothes we went to see "how to train your dragon," which was a surprise. i really liked it.

       today we slept in and i made banana pancakes, refusing to go to ihop for the greasy stuff, although that ihop diet always does me good (there's always someone fatter than you). dishes were washed and showers were had and then we sat down to talk. they told me that they've grown a lot, that their attitudes have changed/are changing, but then they started talking about these books they read by more christian psychologists who thickly slather guilt on the parents and completely disregard the genetic research. but hey, at least it's not my fault, yeah? oh, but apparently i still have the opportunity to change my mind and repent.

       *sigh*

       they told me that they'd always be there for me, that they love me and support me and would welcome my boyfriend/husband/partner/man should i bring him home, but that they still think it's a sin and just in case i ever want to be straight they wanted me to know that they'd help me out. or rather back in.

       i suggested that they see a non-christian counselor and run those other books (that should be stored at a dry, 451 degrees) by them to see what they have to say.

       in all fairness, i know this is hard for them. they told me that people are talking, in whispers and otherwise, that some are sending them anti-gay propaganda. i told them, in a much nicer way, that it's none of those people's fucking business and that they (my parents) shouldn't give a shit.

       it wasn't heated. it was a decent conversation, really, and we were all pretty open. but i'm disappointed (even though i'm happy that they have come a long way). i came away with the impression that they think it's a phase, or at least that they hope it is. but there was a point where we all realized we were hungry again and decided to go for lunch and enjoy the day. so we walked around columbia a bit, visited my current place of employment for lunch and my former place of employment for dessert and stopped at a local organics store for some tomatoes which we took back to my apartment to make guacamole.

       in the end i think it's something they'll get used to. well, they'll have to, really. or it'll turn into one of those things that the family kinda ignores and pretends isn't there. any guys i bring home won't be people i love and make love with, but "roommates" or "friends." oy. fortunately, tonight i'm going to a gay bar for lots of needed fun and booze and debauchery and mostly naked men.