| Prom is where I met Greg Kespradit. My first boyfriend. I was a Senior, at my first prom, and going to the Prom with a bisexual girl friend. Yes, this being CA, and Sara's influence notwithstanding, there were a few gay couples (3). My friend Danny brought Greg to prom. I wasn't exactly sure why, but both made it a point of telling me that they were only friends. Well, Greg and I certainly hit it off. At Rock N'Java afterwards, he asked me if I liked him, and if I would go out with him. I said yes to both. Next day we met at Pizza Hut and just talked for a long time. We got along great, and as he walked me home across my high school campus, he kissed me. I still recall how his lips gently touched mine, and the feeling of my lips tingling for minutes afterwards. This is how I ended up coming out. That Monday following prom, I was stunned as a friend approached me before first bell to tell me he heard I had stolen Danny's boyfriend, and that I was gay. He said it with a smile, and I know he thought it was all some great joke, but to me... Apocalypse! As I went through the day, more friends pointed out to me that they had heard this "rumor", and some said it was Danny himself telling everyone. I just couldn't deal. As the day went on, rether than address the accusations, or talk to my friends, or even DENY it... I ran. I avoided everyone to the extent a high school allows. I went to the theatre at lunch. I went to my next class instead of enjoying snack. I didn't talk to anyone if I could help it. I would have violent burst of anger, leaving my knuckles bruised, then I would have random bursts of uncontrolled sobbing. After a week, my drama teacher was wanting to send me to a counselor. Finally, a couple of friends found me behind a tree at lunch. After reminding me that they were my friends, they asked me what was wrong with me. I finally admitted to them that I was dating Greg, but that I hadn't stolen him, and that Danny and Greg were not dating. After telling me they still loved me, and they didn't care that I was gay, they unveiled a big surprise. Almost all my friends had gathered in the quad out of concern for me, and were waiting for us all to come and talk to them. It was amazing to me that my friends cared so much about me. All the girls wanted to go shopping with me and the guys shook my hand, or told me how cool I still was. Except 1 guy. Mike Disimone came up to me, hugged me, told me he loved me no matter what, and he would always be my friend. He made such a difference to me that day. Everyone wanted to see a picture of Greg, which I had, from Prom, and it was a great day for me. And to think that it took me 2 hours just to tell SARA, a LESBIAN, that I was gay just a couple months before. Then, enter the parents. I was out to friends, but I was determined not to tell my parents. I KNEW my parents would hate me. I heard them talking about gays, and how it was a sin. I knew they couldn't accept me. They began to ask me about Greg. |