Halfway There

I was 17 when I came out for myself. I remember feeling elated after that realization. Heck, I wasn't even thinking of the consequences. What mattered most that time is that I am free.

And my freedom ended.

That's because I haven't come out, personally yet to my parents.

Yes, they're bigots so that is a major, a huge problem even.

I guess I want to come out to them face to face because I know I respect their decisions, I respect them raising me, I respect them providing opinions, I respect them giving solutions to family problems.

Positively. I came out to the world and the world embraced and accepted me for who I am. But not my parents yet. I don't expect them to understand my lifestyle and how I live my life. I just want them to know that by the time I out to them, they would still accept me as that little boy they had nourished and had known since conception.

But for now I give them the space they need not to know my sexuality. Or a more appropriate term, deny that they have a gay son.

True, you could say that coming out to yourself is the most wonderful feeling in the world! 

I got that!

I knew that!

I felt that!

However, being out to people you know you treasure can have the best of feelings. Even more than just accepting who you really are.


Because let's face it, no matter how proud we are as homosexuals, there would still be times of self-discrimination.

So for now, I'm getting there...

With a little optimism and a lot of luck.


And a whole lot of prayers as well.


And forgiveness.


And humility.

By the way, cheers to my first anniversary as a blogger and my 200th post as well!

Double celebration!!!

Yipee!!!


P.S. Oh yeah, thank you for taking the time to visit my page. Sixty-five people who read my blog. I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.


Although sixty-nine would have suited better.


Hahahaha!


Lastly, credit goes to Philip Noyed for my new banner.


It's all good.