I remember when I decided to finally come out to my mom (and dad). I was freaking out because I had heard horror stories from other people whose parents didn’t take it so well. So I went over to their house and told them I needed to tell them something. My mom was in the kitchen preparing dinner and said, “What is it? I’m listening.Ó I told her that she needed to come in the living room and sit down. So she sat down next to my dad and said, “Wow … this must be serious.Ó
I said, “Yes it is. Mom and dad I’m just going to come right out and say what I have to say É I’m gay.Ó She and my dad looked at me, then looked at each other, and then looked back at me and then they said, “We know.Ó To say I was surprised was an understatement because I am very masculine, and I thought I hid it well.
My mom said, “I figured out quite a while back that you were gay.” I asked how. She said, “Well, for starters, you were obviously using my computer to download some pictures of some very hot guys, and forgot to delete them!” My face turned 20 shades of red. She said, “Don’t be embarrassed, you and I have very good taste in men.Ó
— Tobin Wilcox
Note: Photo goes with this letter. Cut/ Mark Drury, of Ann Arbor, and his mother.
My mother is the best mother a gay man could ask for.
I remember when I told her, we were at a restaurant, just having casual conversation, and she looked up at me and said, “Is there anything you want to tell me?” And I sat there and just thought about it for a while, and then I looked in her eyes and said, “Mother, I am 30 years old, and I think it is time you know, but I am gay.”
She looked at me with a pleased look on her face, and said, “I already knew that. I am your mother, and you couldn’t hide that from me.”
So here I was at dinner with my mother, and just told her my secret, and she already knew. I am so glad that I did tell her, it took a weight off my chest, and I think it made us that much closer.
— Mark E. Drury, Ann Arbor