Day 4/30

Day 4 - The first person you came out to and that story

Wow.  I originally was going to answer the next day question to give my new followers something else to read (thanks for following by the way.  =D)

But as it  were, this is a really boring story.

I first came out when I realized that I COULD BE GAY.  I was in love my with freshment best friend and told her about how I was feeling and then angsted for a good bus ride’s worth of time.  Just put my head down and didn’t talk.  I think I may have cried.  I will remind/ inform that I was still Xian at this time and so any time my friend would try to comfort me by scratching or rubbing my back (whatever you like) I would just yell out,

“No!  You’re only making it worse!”

Yeah.  I was emo kid vs. 1.0.  I’m proud to say that I am not anymore.

So, yeah.  Not too exciting so far as coming out goes.

More exciting is the day I was outed, and the day I left home.

Back in the day, back when I was trying to get a tip at subway!

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Goddang.  I can’t say that she isn’t fine-oh-fine.  Anyway, back to my story.

I had just gotten off work, and I’m pretty sure it had been a pretty good day.  I get home and my mom says,

Yeah.  I think you can place all the checks on the card.

anyway, she takes me to the computer where she pulls up what my young, young, naive self thought was my super privatized myspace.

There it sat!  My girlfriend at the time flirting all over my wall, my sexuality and relationship status, my definitely not-Catholic religion.

Then she threw the big word.

She called me a pedophile.

Hold. the. phone.

Yeah.  So I just walked out of the house, no shoes, no nothing, just in my work uniform, and drove away.  So began the adventures of finding friends to crash with and trying to hold down jobs and car insurance with no address.

It’s a great thing, it is.

I’m not such a great storyteller.  However, before I could pull out of the driveway my mom jumped in front of the car.  What went through my mind looked something like this.

I probably would have ran the bitch over, but we both knew she would move if my honda kept a rollin’.  I really wish I had still had my Trooper when that bullshit went down.

That's my girl.

Anyone else want to share?