October 11th
Many people think of today as just another day in October. Not to me though, today marks two very important things that should be celebrated; National Coming Out Day and my birth aka “My Literal Coming Out into the World Day.”
I honestly couldn’t tell you the specific dates that I came out because to be honest there were too many to remember. I can remember the feelings of being different to when I was 5 & 6 when I would play house with my sister and cousins and I was always the dad (even though there was a boy there too). I didn’t know what gay was specifically until I was in my early double digits and I finally found a word that fit me. The issue with that though is I grew up with a Catholic family and when it was mom’s weekend and we would go to Catholic mass with my grandparents and I nonchalantly was taught gay isn’t ok. Then as I got to my early teens I attended Catholic programs for sacraments and I just buried that part of me even further. Unbeknownst to my family, I was a very unhappy, suicidal preteen who had a secret that I was ashamed of and couldn’t see how that life would be ok to live. It wasn’t until high school where I started to really grow up and grow into myself that I became more comfortable with who I really was. Now did anyone know throughout those years, that would be a big fat NO except for the two girls I secretly “dated” senior year. And by “dated” I mean we would have sleepovers, make out a little and call it a day. Nobody knew but us, and nobody need to know as far as I was concerned. I knew all of the stereotypes and heard all of the homophobic comments from friends and family so I kept that part of me to me. Now did people have their suspicions, that would be a big fat YES, did I acknowledge those suspicions, hell no. Acknowledging those suspicions lead to fear that I wouldn’t be accepted and I would rather live my life with a secret then live my life without the people I loved in it.
My second year of college is when a new round of coming out happened; I decided that I was going to live the life I wanted to live and be somewhat open about it. I was now in a good place mentally and felt great about who I was, with the help of a very, very wonderful gay best friend. I was finally ready to tell my parents and select people in my life I knew I wouldn’t lose. Telling my mother was one of the hardest things I think I have ever had to do in my life. It took a year to work up the courage to talk to her, I spent 5 hours practicing a speech, but the second I looked at her to say those words my voice was gone and my mouth wouldn’t work. I was so nervous that the way I “told” her was writing the words “I am gay” on a pad of paper. I wrote it with such force that you could still read the imprint on the following 5 pages (which were quickly thrown in the trash). It was hard, but it happened, I was finally out to the most important person in my life. We had a long conversation, many tears were shed from the both of us; happy and sad. Ultimately, even though it was hard, she accepted me for who I am and loves me. We agreed that I needed to tell my dad that same day because she couldn’t live with that secret either. Yet again, when it came to telling him my mouth didn’t work; my mom told him that I had a secret and my dad, being a dad, asked if I was pregnant, had a boyfriend, or had a girlfriend. Luckily for me he spelled it out and I didn’t have to play charades or ruin another pad of paper to let him know. Just like my mom, though without nearly as meany tears, he accepted me. I made the decision not to tell my younger siblings and the rest of my family at the time because I knew it would be much harder for me and them but knowing I had the support of both of my parents allowed me to be happy and open to the rest of the world.
From there I joined the Pride Club at my college, I learned so much about the community, activism, and mostly myself. I was no longer ashamed as I heard stories from my peers who went through the same struggles of coming out, I was proud that we all were able to make it to this point where we were gay, in every meaning of the word. That round of coming out turned out to be one of the most important things; because in that club is where I met my future wife, Diana, who the second I saw her, I knew I would do most anything to make a part of my life for the rest of my life. Slowly I was coming out to everyone; family, friends, people I had just met and I was so excited that I was able to be me for once. Now, living this life has not been all sunshine and rainbows, there were many people in my life that couldn’t and still cannot accept me for who I am and who I love and I feel sad and sorry for both them and myself. I lost one of my best friends because they don’t “approve” of my life choices and though I argue it’s not a choice I made one day, it’s who I am, it still didn’t make things ok for them.
Even now, 11 years after my coming out, I have to make the conscious decision daily to come out to those I have never met. I have to tell people that I have a wife, not a husband and no my daughter doesn’t have a Daddy, she has two Mommies. To be told that it isn’t healthy, safe, normal, or ok to raise a child the way we do hurts more than anything I have ever had to deal with in my coming out journey. I spend time out of my day educating others that my daughter will be just fine, and any future son we may have will be the same without a father, they have plenty of strong male role models called their grandfathers and uncles. And if they want to play catch and watch football I will be there, if they want to learn to chug a beer, that’s for their Mama to teach them (I think beer is yucky, the wife thinks the opposite), if they want to learn how to be a good human being, that is exactly what we will do. A child doesn’t need a mother and father to grow up to be normal, they need love and support and to grow up in a world that doesn’t shame them. That’s why this day is important, it is important to acknowledge yourself and be acknowledged by others. So today I congratulate all those who came out and who come out every day, I hear you, I see you, you are normal, and you are loved. As said in my favorite halloween movie, “Being normal is vastly overrated.”









