For A Change, It’s Not Me Who Said, “I’m Gay”

What shocks me up to this very moment is what one of my closest friends in college confessed to me. Over the months, I’ve gotten used to out-ing myself to a few people close to me. But it’s a lot different feeling when it’s the other way around. My orgmate and I were out having dinner when he opened up again having to tell me something. He was actually dropping hints the whole day, “I have to tell you something. But I doubt you’d be able to keep it to yourself.” And so he never really finished saying anything. I didn’t push the topic. Then in the middle of our meals, there it went. He didn’t tell me exactly, I’m guessing he’s still too shy to use the word, like how I used to be last February.

The revelation did not stop there, however. His mother already knew. I was surprised and kind of envious since I already dismissed the idea of me telling my parents I’m gay anytime soon. I was too proud of him, though, when I realized what he has just shared. Such a young guy already having that courage I don’t have.

To put cherry on top and to conclude our dinner, he said he is seeing someone right now. My jaw dropped. He resumed with their meet-ups, sweet nothings, and just everything that I have not been able to do in the course of my “being out”.

 I am truly happy for him. I welcome him to the word of flamboyance and freedom.