| Told my parents when I went out to a birthday dinner at a Greek restaurant with them. Had two bottles of wine before going, was totally mashed, and it all came out. They were fine. Came sometime between nearly choking on an olive, and dancing on a barrel top with some middle-aged lady. They told my sister that I had needed Dutch courage to tell them, when really it hadn't been my intention to say anything, it wasn't some planned sort of thing. They think they're so important that I had been planning how I would tell them. I don't think I ever told anyone I was gay whilst sober until I was at least 25. Ha.
Oh, you wanted interesting stories?
Edit: I'm not totally sure what coming out really is. What is the definition?
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I escaped somehow. Let's go actualy [sic] I have quite a blessed life if I'm honest. I have many people to love, hate few and have few money problem's [sic].... What more does a person need? Oh yeah and I have some kind of humbleness unlike you of course ^_^ ~ CarefulCarpenter |