date: 2019-08-20 weight: 35
Telling dad was the second time I came out to family deliberately.
The third.
Third?
You told Aunt Patty that you were gay back before high school.
I…did not remember that.
Not until just now, apparently.
Apparently. I have no recollection of what I said. I have no recollection of what she said.
I have no recollection of her.
Hazy images at grandma’s.
I guess.
Memories surrounding her.
Lots of those.
Memories of when she and her family got stranded on a sailboat between Cuba and Florida and rescued by a cruise ship. Grandma and dad smug in their assessment that she was stupid and irresponsible.
A vague, heavily pixelated picture shot by one of the cruise boat attendants.
“She’s crazy,” they said. “She has too many kids. They draw all over the walls. Her house is wild. She’s crazy.”
And me, with with my secret. My little pet lie I kept hidden from them.
Tell me about coming out to dad.
I will.