Story #696

When I came out, I was a little drunk, which most would think is not a good idea. My roommate and I had just come back to our dorm from the club, and after a few minutes of drunk chit-chat, I point blank said, “Bro, you know I’m gay, right?” He shrugged his shoulders and nodded and then told me that regardless, he was still my best friend and that nothing would ever change the way that he felt. I had spent nearly two years agonizing as to how I was gonna tell him, and just hearing him say those few sentences not only made me realize that he was probably the best friend I would ever have, but that no matter what anyone else says or feels about it, this is who I am. If just one person understands, it makes telling everyone else that much easier.