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Dear Journal,
I came out to my parents today. Well, I didn’t actually come out of my own doing. Mom caught me kissing Christian outside of school. But I missed him over summer break, so I had to kiss him! Seriously, what the fuck was she doing there so early anyway? It really didn’t go over all that smoothly.
At first she really didn’t say anything when I got into the car. After driving a few miles, she says, “Please tell me I didn’t see that, Frank.” At this point, I didn’t know what she had seen, so I was happy to oblige her request. If I had no clue what she was talking about, then I couldn’t tell her it was true, now could I? After a few moments of silence, she rages, “Why were you… you kissing another boy?” She made it sound so vile and demeaning. “Who is that boy, anyway?” God, Journal, if she even tried to show any interest in my life, she would know who "that boy" is!
I just pulled my knees up to my chest in the seat and tried to sink through it. No such luck, of course. By the time we pulled into the drive, I was more than ready to lock myself in my room like I always do.
Apparently Mom had other plans. She followed me to my room and demanded that I answer her questions. Just to get her out of my room, I mumbled he was my boyfriend. I should have known that if “kissing” was disgusting, then the word “boyfriend” coming out of my mouth was profanity. But it did the trick. Mom looked at me in disbelief for all of five seconds before she stormed out of my bedroom. But not before she took my cell phone.
If her goal was to keep me from talking to Christian, she’s really not all that smart. I still have my computer. I can email with Christian all night.
I wonder if I can just skip dinner tonight. Dad just called me down for it. I know this conversation isn’t over yet.
I’ll be back, Journal.
Well I’m back. Dinner was awkward, to say the least. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. No one yelled or anything. We pretty much just ate in tense silence. Up until I got up to put my plate in the sink. That’s when Dad stated I wasn’t allowed to see Christian anymore. Well, he called him “that boy” like Mom did.
But they can’t stop me. We have class together. We go to the same school. I just have to be more careful about it now.
I’m going to bed now. Goodnight, Journal.