I’ve been OUT, for over 15 years. I’ve never been an in-your-face lesbian. In fact I hardly ever use the word, lesbian.
My original outing was difficult, but not traumatic. My father took a while to come around, but never stopped talking to me or ever treated my partner poorly. I once had to set him straight on his thoughts about Mercy, he unjustly thought that Mercy was using me. This was one argument, but I ended it by storming out of his house and driving away, only to come back 15 minutes later and tore him a new one and then calmly telling him why he was wrong and full of shit. My dad seemed to come around almost immediately after this fight. My sister and I stopped talking for about 10 years due to a misunderstanding that surrounded her new ultra conservative church at the time. We now are great. About 5 years ago we started talking and we got back to being best friends. Continue reading