My parents and I love to argue, especially about religion and such. Somehow the subject of homosexuality came up today. My dad stated, once again, that he thinks it is a sad thing, that if any of his kids were gay, they would have to move to San Francisco to find their 'community.'
Now, I've told my mom, not dad. But mom kept mum, still in denial I suppose.
I said, "Well, dad, let's say I were gay. Would you send me to one of those Christian Camps to be cured?"
Dad: "I would research every venue I could, until I was sure there was no possible way to change it. And then, if there was really no way, I would show you so much support, why, I might become gay myself."

It was this odd mix of offense/warmth that keeps me miserable but happy in this family.

I'm going to just come out plain and simple soon, no beating around the bush (um, yeah). Or I can do it this way