Casey and Daniel seemed to glide through November. Even though they never made it official, they were dating. San Diego was having a mild fall, with the weather switching between perfect, and perfect but with just enough crispness in the air. They fell into a rhythm, between exploring parks and alleys on the mopeds, and Casey’s secret spots that no one seemed to know about yet, the little beaches in Sunset Cliffs, or south of Windansea. The taquerias where the mods met up on their Vespas on Friday nights. They would stash their mopeds a block away, pretending to eat taquitos while ogling the Vespas, and the boys.
Coming out stories are always fascinating to me. In my case, coming out was a process rather than one event. I came out to myself first, and that took a while, but hormones dictated what appealed to me sexually, so that was helpful. Then I came out to roommates and very close friends. Finally, I came out to my family. So what most people consider "the" event --coming out to our family-- for me it was the last of a series of events.
Hi D.C., It's Totally fascinating coming out stories are. My own took on a considerable more clarity (and pain) when I gifted it to my main character. I also agree with the process and the series of events; I came out to myself late, then slowly one person, then my roommate, etc. Sort of hilariously it's never ended, mostly due to my disposition and that I adore visibility, I have to come out all the time, because apparently what I am isn't super obvious to people :)
Wow. Every coming out is different, and I know that some go very badly and kids still get thrown out at the moment when they need the most love and compassion from their parents, but these "non-reaction" reactions are brutal in their own special way. Nothing says "You and you feelings don't matter" like a shrug of the shoulders. Thanks for capturing this, Sky - it resonates deeply.
Coming out stories are always fascinating to me. In my case, coming out was a process rather than one event. I came out to myself first, and that took a while, but hormones dictated what appealed to me sexually, so that was helpful. Then I came out to roommates and very close friends. Finally, I came out to my family. So what most people consider "the" event --coming out to our family-- for me it was the last of a series of events.
Hi D.C., It's Totally fascinating coming out stories are. My own took on a considerable more clarity (and pain) when I gifted it to my main character. I also agree with the process and the series of events; I came out to myself late, then slowly one person, then my roommate, etc. Sort of hilariously it's never ended, mostly due to my disposition and that I adore visibility, I have to come out all the time, because apparently what I am isn't super obvious to people :)
Thanks Bianca! So true for all of us, so true for our parents and families too
Wow. Every coming out is different, and I know that some go very badly and kids still get thrown out at the moment when they need the most love and compassion from their parents, but these "non-reaction" reactions are brutal in their own special way. Nothing says "You and you feelings don't matter" like a shrug of the shoulders. Thanks for capturing this, Sky - it resonates deeply.
Gutting. Thank you for capturing such wildly different coming out experiences.