Thought I would share my experience with you all. First time posting on this forum, so here I go:
Today, my 17 year old son handed me a letter explaining he was gay. I opened the envelope, read the 1st few lines, looked up at him from my desk chair
and then back at the letter. I then looked back up at him with a smile and he asked if I finished reading the letter. I then stood up and embraced
him. I told him how proud I was of him having the courage to come out to me and that my love for him was boundless. He had come out to his mother on
Christmas eve and was a little afraid on how I would react apparently. I told him that I loved him no matter what his sexual preference was and also
mentioned I had always known he might be gay.
I think my boy was gay right from birth. Being an ex-jock and typical "straight" male, I bought the typical toys that dads buy their sons. Matchbox
and hot wheel cars, construction sets, etc. However, as soon as my son was able to, all he wanted to do, was to draw with crayons and play with his
older sister's dolls. I was dumbfounded on how good of an artist he was at such at young age, but at the same time, I was a wee bit concerned about
him playing with dolls. He enjoyed playing with his sister, so I thought it was just a phase, until he wanted us to buy him a "my little pony" toy.
Let me tell ya, after a couple years, he had quite the collection. As time went on, he outgrew the "doll" stage and devoted his time to art, winning
several awards in middle school. During this time, he had no interest going out in the backyard with me, to toss a nerf football or throw a baseball
around. He did enjoy playing "horse" with his sister and me, since his sister at the time was playing in a basketball league. He also got into
horseback riding (the "western" style) at a local stable and won a dozen ribbons over the course of 3 years.
When my son entered high school, he made friends very fast, mostly girls. He continued to excel at art, winning high school awards and high praise
from his two art teachers. As time went on, my wife an I noticed that he had become real close to a half dozen girls from his class and a boy who was
a freshman at a local college; hanging out with them after school and on weekends. I, personally was alright with my son's "clique," because they all
were good students and nice kids. They would introduce themselves at my son's art shows and seemed like they really cared for each other.
My son is a senior now and still hangs out with these friends, even though he's busy working a part-time job at a coffee shop, where my older daughter
works when she's home from college. Everytime I stop by for a coffee during his shift, his boss often tells me that my son is a diligent worker and
gets along great with the customers and his co-workers. During the past six months, I slowly began to notice how the older boy in my son's "clique"
started to frequently pick my son up to go places. He was a freshman in college, worked at Applebees part-time and seemed like a good guy. One day, in
late summer, he picked up my son to go to their friend's house to watch movies and later needed my help to jump start his car. I noticed that my son's
male friend seemed a little nervous around me and I always had a gut feeling that he might be gay. I asked my son about it and he said that his friend
"wasn't" gay, had many girl friends and that he was sometimes intimidated by me. I chuckled, because I'm a laid back type of guy, who's bald with full
sleeve tattoos. I explained to my son then, that I liked his friend very much and he had no reason to be scared of me.
Well, you guessed it, turns out my son had been dating this guy since early summer. I told him on Christmas day that I was very happy for him and I
thought very highly of his boyfriend. I hugged him tight and told him he never needed to be apprehensive, because his mom and I always just wanted for
him to be happy in life. I must admit though, as I glanced at my son's letter, a whole mixed bag of emotions flooded my mind. As an ex-Catholic, I was
at first in disbelief, a little shocked, then felt disappointed, then relieved...and finally felt contentment. My son trembled while we hugged. We
pulled away from each other, a tear running down my cheek and my son with a bright smile on his face. Here before me, was a bright, caring and
talented young person, who had become a man right before my eyes.
edit on 12/26/2017 by shawmanfromny because: spelling
on 12/26/2017 by shawmanfromny because: deleted word