Ok... so I'm tired of referring to him as "my friend" so from this day forward, you will know him as Steve!
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Ok ... so I actually hung out with Steve all night tonight. He actually just left my house. We met up at the local diner for dinner and then came back to my place to watch the Bourne movies. The plan was to watch all three, since he has never seen any of them, but we only got to two.
My mom is having some company over tomorrow and was up the ENTIRE time in the kitchen. Finally when she decided to go to bed, Steve got up and said he was leaving because he was really tired today from work. I understood, but at the same time I was pissed! I wish my mom would've gotten her ass up to bed earlier so I could have some alone time with Steve, but of course not!
Anyway... so I was thinking about it and I just don't know how to approach him. Like for example ... after the diner, we ran into the supermarket to get snacks. He (ironically) likes pickles and he said he wanted that. So jokingly I said "Yeah... you and your pickles... you like those pickles, don't you... " Of course you know what I was insinuating and of course he laughed it off.
Then as we were walking down another aisle, he said something to the effect of that's why they call me "pickle boy" or something like that... again.... leaving me open to take the opportunity, so I did and replied "Pickle boy huh? You really like those pickles.. haha" and then he said "I sure do" and then I said "So I've heard" and he just looked at me and smiled. Nothing else to say... UGHHH!!!!
Then we were sitting in my living room and my mom went outside for something and I thought this would be the opportunity and ambush him, but then I thought .. what am I going to say? "Hey ... are you bi? I want you to know that it's ok... REALLY ... it's OK ... wink wink ..." -- How does someone bring that up in conversation without sounding like an ass, outing yourself, or plainly embarrass yourself??
I also mentioned to him about seriously getting a place together and being roomies ... he's like ... "oh... I've been talking to [another mutual friend] about that and I was thinking how cool it would be if we get a 2 bedroom and the three of us live together ... we'd have to share a room ... but you know if you bring a girl, the other would have to sleep on the couch or let me watch" .... I was like ... um... really? I get to sleep with you! haha
Anyway...In response to AL's comment... I am really tired of hiding and trying my best to be "straight" ... I've reached that point now that I feel like I'm 24 and I shouldn't be living with my parents. I should have a genuine boyfriend and be living with him. We should be able to express our love openly and not hide and me make claims that he's a roommate and nothing more ... I want to be me, but there are so many things on the line ... just too many that I can't handle ...
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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2 comments:
What is with your monstrous fear of being outed? You'll feel a lot better once you're out, because you're not hiding. Being in the closet causes nothing but pain and fear, which are toxic and deadly. My guess, he is BI. It's not a trap, how are you that paranoid?
Just text him and be like hey I ran into someone and they told me you were bi is that true?
Don't ruin a possible good thing by being so strangled with fear.
To answer your question ...
My "monstrous" fear of being outed is that I won't be accepted by my family. It kills me to keep such a secret inside but I am no where near ready to live on my own, and I know for a fact that if I decide to come out, I would have to prepare myself to be living on my own. My father has been explicit on numerous occasions about how he'd disown any child of his that is gay and I know when he's joking and when he's serious.
I'm 24 and still live at home. When he throws me into the streets after he finds out, where am I to go? I can't live on the streets and I don't really have anyone to turn to. I don't even have a reliable friend to get a place with ... I just can't bring myself to releasing one fear and then opening up a fresh can of another ...
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