Monday, 12 September 2011

Come out, come out, where ever you are...

So the other week me, R and S met up with our friend CO and were talking about the cycle of helping people come out to their parents and such.

S only recently came out, but then helped CO to come out, and now CO is helping some other girl (that I don’t know) come out. It’s like some lovely lesbian loop where we all beckon each other out of that dusty dull closet.

But now I’m worrying.

R helped me come out (and when I say “helped” I mean she just announced it to a pub full of people I’d just met). So does this mean it’s my turn? Am I next in line to partake in the coaxing out of shy little lezzies? 

I’m not sure how I’d even go about this. I don’t think hanging about town and actively trying to discover a closeted gay is the best approach, but I wonder how many freshers who will join the LGBT soc this year will already be out.

I don’t even possess any uplifting advice to give them.

Facebook outed me to my parents. I must mention now that I have a Mother who is a crazy crazy stalker. And I (stupidly, I might add) accepted an invitation online to an LGBT event. My Mother of course then went and looked up this event to discover it’s gay origins and immediately rang me to question me on it.

It was an awkward phone call to be sure.

So as far as giving advice regarding what to say to parents, I’m not a great a source. I’m not even an uplifting story of a parent’s eventual acceptance. I’ve been with R for a while now, been out to my parents for over a year and now live with my Mother will not so much as ask how R is doing during a phone call. It’s kind of infuriating.

I am so very ill equipped for this responsibility.

Now I’m not saying that the continuity of lesbianism rests in my hands here, but I also don't want to scare some poor girl into staying closeted forever.

Tips anyone?

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