I posted this on facebook at ~11 Pm, CST. Basically it's not the big secret here, but I'm gay (duuuuuh), and this is how I came out. I feel like I could have had some better execution and foresight, but I poured out what I felt. I have no idea what's going to happen now, which is obviously scary. I guess so long as my family doesn't have a cumulative heart attack the result is probably for the best. I know it's heavy handed and is basically a letter fuming at the mentioned grandparents, but it is what it is. I'll also add how much I appreciate the support from Sals, and also my real life friends. Love you guys (maybe a little homo.)
Alright, I've been avoiding facebook most of the day, which is kind of unfortunate because despite the glaring privacy issues and generally poor design and "customer appreciation" I like the service to keep up with the....5 people I care about.
Let me walk you through this.
My lovely grandparents (I mean that.) issued a message pointing out that Bill Nye was an atheist. I KNOW THAT.
The thing is, I don't care. Science is a completely respectable profession, even avocation. His lack of religion doesn't change that.
But the more important thing is, I'm done hiding.
OK, now let me walk you through THIS.
It was around thanksgiving senior year when I realized I had a full on crush for one of my classmates... who was a guy. So yes. I'm gay. This isn't a choice I've made. Two points: when did you decide to be heterosexual, and why would I chose to be reviled by society and my own family?
Naturally this revelation lead me to question everything. Politically speaking, I cannot be for a party that wishes to ensure I am not treated as an equal citizen, and who is convinced I'm part of an organized effort to undermine society. Please tell me this sounds ridiculous to you. I'm not saying I'm liberal, necessarily, I'm saying the government should not be moral enforcers.
Throughout life I was always weak in faith anyway. (if you feel the need to blame someone, mom has already taken responsibility before.) Anything I was holding on to after my "startling revelation" completely vanished after, as it seemed paradoxical that a divine being should treat anyone in such manners. As a specific example, completely unrelated to me, with the tower of Bable, God was not proud of his creation when they built it, (whose height we have surpassed.) No, he struck them down because his playthings were outgrowing him. Even in the Garden, who puts a toxic waste dump in the middle of it and tells them "don't eat it, it's bad for you" and doesn't at least put a fence around it? Or, you know, doesn't put it in at all.
If there is a God, it is a loving god, and He surely isn't worshiped in any modern religion.
So there you have it, I'm a gay semi-liberal atheist, everything against you. Go ahead and call everyone, I stopped caring. I just want you all to know where I'm coming from. I really do love my family, but I cannot change who I am, and you need to accept that.
If you want I can list all the emotional trauma it's caused.