Well, let's try this again. I wanted to be as open as I could in effort to make some real connections, not looking for the "likes" or "follows" of social media. I knew it would be a challenge, as I am typically reserved around people with whom I am not that familiar.
So, I joined this site last week, then kind of slinked away... I tried to respond to all of you who commented, but if I did miss you- I am sorry. When I am came out to my wife and daughter in the fall of '23, it had been quite taxing just to get there. But, you know what? I loved reading about Lori Dee's story- truly. LOVED it. So, I will do my best to be more forthcoming- I think we can all benefit from it.
(Just as a side note before I say more, my sister, who just passed away from pancreatic cancer- her first name and middle initial are/were Lorie D.) so, maybe that was a synchronicity for me to see you on here, Lori, D.? IDK) Maybe I was supposed to be here...)
I seem to have this nasty habit of trying to pull back, a la turtle shell, when life's "other" problems try to insert themselves front and center in my life. I came out to my wife and daughter in Sept. 2023, told my sister a couple of months later. Then told my closer friends over the next few months, and then eventually told my parents July, 2nd, 2024. I told them over text bc I honestly thought I might kill them with them with the news if I did it in person. It had haunted me for months and months, with me snapping at my wife and daughter bc I just had no outlets. I was frustrated. I knew what I was doing, so I picked up the phone and texted them the great news. I was disowned for the next four months. I eventually told my father that I never knew he was that gutless- to desert me the way he did. My mother is a covert narcissist, so I knew how it was going to go with her. I told my therapist, "I don't know how exactly shew will do it, but my mother is going to make this about her." She did.
I eventually met with my father after 3-4 months, and we kind of communicated. Kind of. I eventually had to give my mother the ultimatum that you sit down across from me at a table and talk to me by this date, or we are done- forever. That got her attention. I wish I could tell you it went well. It didn't.
Why?
I was the All-American kid. Polite, got straight A's, and once introduced to baseball- excelled at that. I was usually the best player on my team, won multiple city championships. Played in college, where my teams went to NCAA regionals three of my four years, and two of those years resulted in College World Series Appearances. I tell you this not to brag, but to give you an idea of my "maleness." I was a pretty good player, elected captain of my high school team my senior year, and my college team my junior and senior years.
Oh, and I also liked to hunt, shoot, and fish. But you know what? I also liked to wear my sister's and mother's bathing suits.
What?
Yeah.
And did you know that instead of socks of smashed up paper towels or tissue- the best low-cost boobs for your bra is water balloons! Yeah! Seriously! Cheap, adjustable, just be careful not to over-fill them and induce an explosion in your dress! Easy, girls!
More later...love you!!
