Here is a “work-in-progress” i wrote about coming out. My twin is featured in a critical part during the story.

He placed his hand on the gold-colored door knob. Lowering his head he mouthed a silent prayer. The worst case scenario would likely happen. That being: he would come out to his parents, they would disown him, and he would lose all the relationships in his unusually large family. Now the bigger question was: in what variation of estrangement would he receive? Would they begin to start to screaming and kicking… “GOD NO! Not our daughter!!! Why GOD WHY?! Get away from us immediately… you are banished!!!!” Maybe his mother would slap him across the face with a “PTCHH”…the hand making contact against his cheek cracking his jaw expelling small troops of kamikaze spit through the air while his eyes roll back into his head.

Now although he thought this might bring a better written story later, he ruled it out since his mother and father were conservative Catholics who would never be so theatrical, even when necessary. Through the shades of the entry the son hid his eyes. He scrunched up his eyebrows in disapproval. Why does the sun shine on the most challenging moments? For the irony?

Ironic. This “visit” was devoted to coming out to them and yet he had waited until the absolute moment before leaving with his twin challengingly saying, “if you don’t come out already I’m going to come out before you and all you will look like is a copier.” Valid. His twin had a valid point. He decided to get it over with.

He swung open the door, feeling the atmosphere, which was heavy and sticky, the weight of the air resisting every inch of his body while he was walked towards them. The load of bricks on his back forced a slouching of his muscles and bones trying to shield his heart for the inevitable attack it was about to face. His feet shuffled toward the target until he presented himself fully, still slouched gazing at his parents.

His mother and father began to look so frail and fragile as if in their old age they had become pure and innocent. His father’s comb over was pathetic and his wrinkles appeared kindly. His mother was solemn and faint as if her son was the big bad wolf about to blow her bodily house down. Both standing were shorter than he had remembered. Had he grown since his new-found identity or had they shrunk?

Breathing heavily and deeply, he opened his dry pasty mouth when the words spewed out “I need to tell you both something.” Then it was if God himself strangled his throat. His voice began to squeak and only a whisper began to say, “I … I … I…” The elderly couple braced themselves as if for the next natural disaster; bent at the knee and holding each other. He swallowed, feeling nauseated a whirlwind of ideas engulfed him; I don’t have to do this. They need more time. It isn’t their fault. Many people don’t come out and get to keep their family… why can’t I just live a very little lie? Finally he asked himself, why do I have to be me ALL the time?

He was turning his body to leave when God released his grasp. “I’m a homosexual.” Both parents closed their eyes and slowly began to cry. “How could you do this to us? We will never accept if you bring someone home. We do not agree with this choice that you have made. You have died to us.”

Nodding to all of these comments and advice, he turned and began to walk away even taller than he had previously been. His posture was slightly corrected then, as if in battle he hadn’t thought to shield his back, and felt the sword which pierced his ribs. “We love you no matter what.”

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