College Essay

January 20, 2014
By alexposeidon BRONZE, Hartland, Wisconsin
alexposeidon BRONZE, Hartland, Wisconsin
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“Mom and Dad…I’m gay…” That long pause is the information sinking and spreading like a disease. My parents sit, absorbing what they just heard, not comprehending how hard that was for me to utter. The fact of the matter is, first reactions are always the same: “We will always love you,” “We don’t care,” “it’s okay.” But then come the subtle hints that they’re not as “okay” as they said.

Apparently the word “gay” comes with strict definitions. The obvious stereotype: a feminine and flamboyant male. But in reality, it can relate to any male?–flamboyant or not. “Gay” can mean masculine or feminine. The most powerful definition of the word is that it means happy. As for me, I try not to live with labels because being gay is only one part of me.

“I don’t want you telling anyone yet,” was the hardest thing to hear, especially from my parents. Secrets slowly decay trust. People need to understand I am the same person, before and after I tell them about my sexuality. Lies were my parent’s way of hiding me from cruelty. Each insult or stab at our life makes us–LGTBQ youth–a more confident and progressive people.

“Are you positive?” “How can you be sure? You’re 16.” These are just some of the questions my parents bombarded me with. I know who I am. But parents sometimes don’t want information like this to spread, in fear of repercussions. Were they worried they might lose a friend? Or be disliked by a family member? Were they putting their feelings before my well-being? Sure, sometimes people judge me but anonymous hate is the most profound. The trick is to remember I am special. I am unique. And no amount of words or bullying can ever take that away. My parents would find this out later on.

Stereotypes, secrecy, lies and hate have been my mountains to climb. But I came out on top. I have overcome adversity. I have fought through the pain. And I have found myself. I encourage others to be open-minded. I am accepting and diverse and I believe everyone is equal.

“Mom and Dad...I’m gay.” That long pause would be the information uprising and growing like a balloon. My parents sit, thinking of how to express their support for their son. Over time, seeing my changes and struggles, my parents realized it doesn’t matter. Gay or straight, I’m their son. The fact of the matter is this: they will always love me.

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This article has 2 comments.

on Jan. 31 2014 at 11:34 pm
alexposeidon BRONZE, Hartland, Wisconsin
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Thank you so much. I'm glad to hear that my paper inspired you.

on Jan. 31 2014 at 10:27 am
JadeCorrell GOLD, Vineyard Haven, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"Reality continues to ruin my life."

I love this article. I always get a feeling that people will look at me differently if I tell them something. You really have inspired me to say what's on my mind. Thank you.  <3


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