The other day I came out of the closet and I wrote this:
My mom opened my mind up to something I have never really thought of before. She told me not to tell anyone I was gay. At first I was disappointed. I thought she was ashamed. When we talked she told me that she was afraid that I would get hurt by other people. I respect her opinion. However, with this in mind I realize that by coming out I have changed my perspective on life. Before I was a white, closeted, male. Now I’m a white, gay, male. With this transition I’ve become a minority. I’ve had such little to worry about previously. It’s like I became black and have to fear racism, or became a women and have to fear rape. Not that these terms are synonymous, but I now have something to fear. With that in mind I wouldn’t change anything. I was once told we must celebrate homosexuality. We need to celebrate and be proud of ourselves and just have one huge, constant party to help build acceptance. Gay pride is a way of showing to the world that being gay is perfectly okay. So by being out I am a role model to those still in the closet and I am a model of the gay community. I am very happy and proud to represent such a loving, open-minded community that only asks for acceptance.
P.S. just to give a gay perspective, I do believe homosexuality is genetic. It is not a choice, and that is why I think it’s perfectly okay to relate being gay to being black or being a women.