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"Mum, Dad, I'm gay"

I watched as my mother's face contorted into a series of different expressions, from mild surprise to understanding to disappointment. My father, on the other hand, looked like he was having a hard time trying not to explode.

"No." he stated firmly through gritted teeth. "My son - my only son - is not... gay." He stood up and nodded his head, as if to confirm that his statement was true.

I was worried that this would happen. My father had never been too accepting of homosexuals. "Yes Dad, I am. I'm sorry if y-"

"Don't you DARE talk back to me!" he cut me off. "We have to do something about this. I will not have a queer living under my roof!"

I was as disgusted at him as he appeared to be at me. "Maybe I'll move out then!" I snarled.

My father laughed at this. "Yeah, go live with your boyfriend, Frank!"

"You know what? I think I will! At least he cares about me!"

Ha. He didn't see that one coming. I smirked to myself.

"YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!?!"

"Yeah. And he's hot. And talented. In more ways than one. Actually, he's amazing in b-"

"QUIET!" He screamed. "Frank, go to your room, you're grounded!"

"No, I'm eighteen next month - I'm leaving!" And with that I walked out the door and left.

You're probably wondering how this started. Well, I don't actually know. I'd had my feelings for years, but I guess I should start from my seventeenth birthday. That was probably the first time I saw any sign that my feelings were not unrequeited.

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"Mum, Dad, I'm gay"

I watched as my mother's face contorted into a series of different expressions, from mild surprise to understanding to disappointment. My father, on the other hand, looked like he was having a hard time trying not to explode.

"No." he stated firmly through gritted teeth. "My son - my only son - is not... gay." He stood up and nodded his head, as if to confirm that his statement was true.

I was worried that this would happen. My father had never been too accepting of homosexuals. "Yes Dad, I am. I'm sorry if y-"

"Don't you DARE talk back to me!" he cut me off. "We have to do something about this. I will not have a queer living under my roof!"

I was as disgusted at him as he appeared to be at me. "Maybe I'll move out then!" I snarled.

My father laughed at this. "Yeah, go live with your boyfriend, Frank!"

"You know what? I think I will! At least he cares about me!"

Ha. He didn't see that one coming. I smirked to myself.

"YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!?!"

"Yeah. And he's hot. And talented. In more ways than one. Actually, he's amazing in b-"

"QUIET!" He screamed. "Frank, go to your room, you're grounded!"

"No, I'm eighteen next month - I'm leaving!" And with that I walked out the door and left.

You're probably wondering how this started. Well, I don't actually know. I'd had my feelings for years, but I guess I should start from my seventeenth birthday. That was probably the first time I saw any sign that my feelings were not unrequeited.