So I decided to test my coming out with one member of my family, the one I am closest to.
I told this person that I was bisexual and that I had found someone online that I was interested in. I said that I had made plans to meet that person face to face within the next week.
The reaction was worse than I expected. She had a panic attack, didn’t sleep that night and called in sick the next day. Finally I was able to reassure her a bit and this is what she said to me:
“You can do what you want with your life, but I don’t want to hear about it. Anything that has to do with your bisexuality, I don’t want to hear about it because I will never understand it. You can talk to me about anything you want, but not about that. It makes me panic and it makes me sick. I love you and I cannot stand it when you say you want to meet new people, possibly for sex. Nothing could hurt me more. I am here for you, and you can do what you want with your friends but don’t tell me about it. I don’t want to know because it hurts too much.”
I was surprised to hear that this person does not want to know anything about my sexuality and my private life. I actually thought she was interested in me, but it is clear that she is not interested in this part of me. And maybe it’s a good thing. I feel free now. Free not to come out to my closed-minded family.
It also makes me question the maturity of Christian heterosexuals. The fluidity of their own sexuality scares the hell out of them. Just like it used to scare the hell out of me.
If they wish to act as if sexuality does not exist, fine. I can do that. So if they ask me what I’m up to, I shall say this: “I’m meeting new people. Nothing sexual can happen because sexuality does not exist. It only exists between a man and woman who are married. Anything outside of this is sickening, perverted pornography. Keep your blindfolds, I don’t care, but I’m walking out because I had enough of this shit.”
They won’t know what the hell I’m talking about. But I will smile.
Metamorphosis 