Friday, July 2, 2010

Some things are not over even after the fat lady has sung!

I thought I wouldn't write any more posts about 'coming out' cause I am so over it. I assumed that I had left those days behind in 2009.

However, one day while watching something on the telly, it dawned on me that I would be 'coming out' (advertently/inadvertently) for the rest of my life so why not.

I would be coming out everytime I meet someone new and they ask me about my girlfriend (this is why I simply don't like meeting new people). I would be coming out everytime one of my "friends" on facebook read the favourite music' (Gaga + Glambert among other things) section on my profile and put two and two together. I would be coming out to complete strangers when they see me cavorting with my future boyfriend (who I think will probably always remain hypothetical. But that's a whole another post.) in public.

And that is fine by me. I made my peace with that a long time ago.

It would have been easier if I had a youthful gayface like David Archuleta, but nobody's perfect, I guess.

I had told my sister a few weeks after I told my Dad. There wasn't a lot of drama there, she just said that she just wanted me to be happy. She told my bro-in-law last week. So that completes all the adults in my family.

But to me the big one was my brother, who I happen to casually come out to a few months ago. I finally spelled it out for him and confirmed his worst fears. 

I told him that I don't like teh vajayjay (I call it that not because I can't say V_g__a, but because lady reproductive parts gross me out. No offense, I'm sure all you ladies out there must find it useful, say for holding a pen or twittering or something).

To say he was shocked is sort of an understatement.

However, the whole thing took an unexpected turn.

I was expecting accusations, anger and animosity.

I got none of that.

He was pretty nice about it.

Him and me actually sat down and had a long conversation about it. On top of that, he wanted me to tell him all the details (like since when I have known etc.).

For a while, he was just my big brother!

It was like I was eight again and he was warning the mean fifteen year olds down the street that if they bully me they would have to deal with him or I was in school and he personally drove me to my exam centre instead of letting me take the driver because he knew how nervous I was and would probably throw up on the way and would appreciate having someone familiar tell me that it;s going to be okay. Or he was the same guy who was surprised that his 'little' teenage brother was buying Eminem CDs which had an 'explicit lyrics' warming on the jacket.

So it was perhaps our most adult conversation ever. I told him about my boy crushes. managed to explain the term 'fag hag' to him and even discussed my idea of the future with him.

When I said to him that one day I would move away and leave everyone else in peace so that they don't have to deal with the consequences of me wanting to be who I am, he actually got angry and told me that I was stupid to think that and just because I am gay he or anyone else in the family would love me any less. And that I am still the same brother he's always had, except with a little bit more metaphorical glitter!

To say that I was flabbergasted would be an understatement.

Ever since I've known that I was gay, even back when I was in denial, I use to try to push my family away. I sort off convinced myself that I was doing it for them, so that it would eventually make it easier for them to forget me. However, that was me, trying as always, to make things easier for me.

I can't even begin to describe how wrong I was. However, they couldn't have been more understanding And it makes my heart break that I used to think that they would have been anything but.

I'm not the easiest person to like. But, somehow, my family has been doing it for all these years. And will continue to do it, despite my best efforts.

I know that a larger battle looms ahead. However, the freedom to be me ALL the time, not having to hide who I am from the people closest to me, is a precious gift that I’m glad to have.

So here I am, closing the door to my closet from the outside, thinking of the long time it took for this day to come, and then wondering what all the fuss was about!

11 comments:

Phunk Factor said...

I had a big ear to ear smile by the time I read the end of this entry!!

Standing O to ur family for being so understanding, loving and simply there!

H said...

Whips I'm proud of you. :')
I'm also happy for you.
And I'm so grateful you(r blog) is a part of my life. It makes life that much simpler. :D

xx

DewdropDream said...

:) And I'm so very happy for you.

People who are difficult to love are loved all the same maybe because it's worth the effort :)

unsungpsalm said...

Brilliant post Ramby! There's so much in there I'd like to sit and talk to you about, to learn from you.

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

@Phunk: Thanks a lot, Phunk! Yes, my family do deserve a long standing O for putting up with me!

@H: Haha, thanks H! I know you were probably drunk when you wrote that, but thanks! It was so very sweet of you! :D

@DDD: Thanks, DDD! You ALWAYS know what to say! And that is just one of your talents!

@USP: Hahahahaha . . . . Wait, you're not serious are you?

Rakesh said...

This is such a sweet "straight" from the heart post. So unlike your other posts. Yet, evokes a warm, fuzzy feeling. Sending hugs your way!

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

@Rakesh: Thanks, R! *Hugs* to you too!

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

You have a wonderful, lovely family. I know you know that, but I'm just stating the obvious here.

Hugs, Whippy.

Happy days are here.

Kris Bass said...

Yeah, I'm so happy Whipster! :)

Kris

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

@Mamma Mia: Yes, they are the best! Thank you!!

And nice to see that you're back in these here internets! :D

@KB: Thanks, Kris! :D

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

Thanks Ramby, but my heart just hasn't been in it...it's still broken and will never, ever be fixed.