Story #85

When I came out to my mom, it was on my 19th birthday in my dorm room. She and my sister and her toddler son surprised me, saw some gay content around the room, and so it began. Not to be upstaged, my sister then confessed she’d had a threesome with a girl, and my mom contemplated her own possible same-sex desires, while my two-year old nephew tottered around our feet. All in all, it went really well. Except that I had to do it all over again six months later: mom was so high she hadn’t realized that I was telling her I was gay.