Serious eyebrow raising of a Sherlock style is about to occur

The other day, I asked my father what he’d think if I said I was gay.

I don’t know why I asked. I guess I just wanted to see where the boundaries between me and my parents lay. It never even occurred to me until I just recently that you don’t have to be straight. Isn’t that funny? And sad. ALERT: this is a touchy subject concerning sexuality. Parental guidance is recommended.

But then, it’s only me. It’ll be as G rated as possible.

The reason I had some worries about this is because my father is Catholic, but not a very strict one, even though he was pretty mad when I officially became…UnCatholic.

So he told me that it’d take some getting used to, but he’d eventually come to love and accept me, and I know I probably shouldn’t be, but I’m surprisingly grateful to hear that answer. Like nothing else matters if I have my father’s approval. That’s absolutely pathetic, but it’s how I feel.

So I asked Dad what my grandfather would say, and both my parents inhaled sharply. I knew the answer already, of course. My grandfather is such a strict, homophobic, no sex before marriage kind of Catholic. Apparently, my grandfather would never speak to me again if I came out to him.

That is, if I’m gay.

My dad was like, ‘Why do you ask? Are you gay?’ and I told him that I didn’t think so.