Story #596

When I came out to my best friend, I was indirect, at first. It started with me complaining about how homophobic my parents are, and how much their words hurt me; I was afraid, I told him, to even say something. “Afraid to tell them something, or afraid to tell me something?” he asked. “I’m bi; I’m not afraid to tell you that,” I responded. He sent me the longest text I’ve seen about how to deal with my parents, and told me that nothing was wrong with me.