When I was a child my father put me on his lap after a long day at work. He took me into his bedroom, sat me down on his lap and pulled from his side table an envelope. Before he even opened it he began to cry. I was young then and didn’t understand, so I put my small hands to his cheeks and spoke softly, “Daddy don’t cry.” Laughing with happiness he pulled out a small slip of paper. It was old and yellow and crusted and he handed it to me. I could not yet read whole words yet, but I began to read the letters out loud, “D-O-N-T L-E-T.” My father stopped me and read it over my shoulder, with a sort of wisdom in his tone. “Don’t let the limited imaginations of others limit what you do in life.” I found out years later, that at work that day, my father had been fired, because he did more than he was asked. He was given a task, and he dreamed of much more, and so he tried, to do the greatest of imagined things, and he failed. So they fired him, and yet he went home that day, and taught his son, me, one of the greatest lessons I would ever learn.
When I was five my mother handed me some legos and said, “here build a house or something.” I spent three days working with those legos and I built a city that took up my entire bedroom. Mother said it was amazing.
When I was seven my sister out of frustration handed me paper and crayons and said, “draw something, stop annoying me, just draw a stick figure or something.” I colored for an hour and came back to her with a landscape of the Cascades. Sister said it was beautiful.
When I was twelve my grandfather handed me a clarinet and said, “play me a few notes, I don’t expect you know much.” I took a deep breath and played him a whole song. Grandfather said it was incredible.
When I was seventeen my professor handed me a pencil and paper and said “write me a sentence that has some worth to it.” I looked him in the eyes and wrote whole stories. Professor said they were masterpieces.
And now, When I am eighteen, you have handed me the world and said, “Do something worthwhile.” I will do nothing less, in fact I will do so much more. I will make your name known, and I will become the greatest you have ever seen. And in the end God, you will say my life was an amazingly beautiful and incredible masterpiece.
Have you ever wondered why foreigners have trouble with the English language. There is no egg in the eggplant, no ham in hamburger, and neither pine nor apple in the pineapple. English muffins were not invented in England and French fries were not…
Terry / Teddy,
I read your coming-out story. Congratulations. It's such a significant time in your life, discovering your true colours, and showing who you are to your friends and family.
In mid 2009, I opened my eyes, and discovered something I've always known for years. I'm bisexual, I've always felt attracted to both girls, and guys, sexually. I'm struggling to come out to my family and friends, and accept myself for who I am. I'm at the stage where I'm not sure if it's really true, or if I'm curious. There's always a right time for everything, I will know the right time. How did you know when the right time was, and do you have any advice for me on discovering this new aspect about myself?
Anyway, you're such an awesome guy, so sweet, so warm, talented, and always willing to lend a hand. Thank you for being a true friend, fellow blogger, I'm sure we'll see each others presence for years to come. Wish there were more generous bloggers like you to have around. :)
Brandy - iBran.me
Thank you, Brandy! Actually, only around 10% or less of my social circle knows that I’m gay. I have been selective in coming out because (1) some people are not worth telling (2) some people are not worth trusting and (3) some people just doesn’t matter.
I can understand the struggle of coming out to your family - it’s not easy. It’s unlike coming out to friends, whom you might lose after coming out because of failure on their part to reconcile the part of you with their religious/ideological affiliation - coming out to family is somewhat a make it or break it situation.
I suggest observing your family on how to react to, say, in your case, bisexuals. What are their responses? Do they scoff, scorn, joke and say bad things about them? Or do they say “hey, that’s pretty interesting!” For me, the chance came when a TV show portrayed a transsexual character, who is very amusing and compassionate (and I’m too glad that they didn’t stereotype him). My parents really enjoyed the character and the scenes he was in, so I guess it wasn’t really a bad thing afterall.
Secondly, my parents’ religious affiliation is Buddhism (although I choose to be an agnostic theist a few years back) - which throws the issue of gender out of the question when it comes to true love and care. There is no Buddhist texts that I know of so far that opposes homosexuality, bisexuality and etc, or have been interpreted that way.
Determining I was gay or not took me almost forever. Acceptance took me a year and a half, which was a little better. I started surfing gay pornography when I was around 14, something which I felt awkward because I was sexually attracted to guys instead of girls. I didn’t give it much though until university came, when I felt that I really have to decide, for real - what kind of person I am.
A few mental trips, a chat with a lesbian friend have convinced me that I am the way I have been since I was 14, and there’s nothing wrong with embracing who you are.
Don’t forget, Brandy - “Those that mind don’t matter, those that don’t mind matter.”
I’m following skekoa because he’s smart, intelligent, witty, kind and the best: pwns all of us in quantum mechanics.
Heisintelligent. And he writes intelligent stuff, and one post is enough to blow you off your feet. His older WordPress blog isn’t a pushover too - it’s so intense it should come with a sticker warning about potential brain damage after reading.
He is compassionate. A person with a golden heart. He is what he is. No hiding, no hidden motives, nothing.
Heisyoungatheart. He’s probably the only person from that age group that I can relate to. Seriously, I am yet to (and I doubt I can) find anyone that rivals him - in terms of thought, state of mind and coolness.