that, we continue our conversation, in which I learn her name is Lauren and the general state
where she lives (California), etcetera (The basic things you might tell someone, I suppose).
After a bit of talking I open up to her some more, and tell her about the lies I have been using
other than just my gender (of being a guy, etc). I tell her I actually don’t have a girlfriend, and on
top of that, I’m actually bi[sexual]. Being one of (I think she actually is the first) the first people I
tell, it’s kind of nerve-wracking, and personal (of course, as time passes on, it’s kind of easier to
admit and say these things, hence why it’s centered around my story, and why I don’t consider
this 100% personal).
The Middle » Written In Past Form «
In fact, I realize, as I’m writing this, tomorrow (October 11th, 2016) is National Coming
Out Day (NCOD). I’ve decided I probably will post a long status commemorating the LGBT
community and all, and coming out to the people I haven’t already (or most anyway).
It was the early morning of October 11th, 2015: the day I would be coming out via a
Facebook post. I know, it was so [very] un-adult like for me to have done such a thing. At that
point, I was panicking so badly that I was sweating. I typed up a letter on Google Docs for my
parents to read. I even printed out a little rhyme from Tumblr that read “Violets are blue, and so
is the sky. I like a few genders, I must be bi” (Roughly around that, I ended up deleting the
picture off my computer later for space, and if you’re curious, here is the actual letter [no
picture]: http://tinyurl.com/jsepxod on my actual email). I crept through the house to find
some tape and a place to mount the letter so early in the morning. It was around 2:00 AM when
I finally found a good place to put the letter and some blue painter’s tape (right smack-dab on
the middle of the TV screen, where I knew my parents would see it when they woke up and
went to watch the morning news). As quickly as I had taped and stuck the note on the TV, I was
back in my room. I went to bed that night (or rather very early morning) and thought about the
post I had made on Facebook about when this “big event” was going to happen.