Words by CorBen Williams, Uncloseted Media

The seventh time I came out to my father wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t happen at a kitchen table or in a parking lot or after he’d found one of my journals. It happened casually, slipped into a conversation like it was nothing: 

“As a gay man—” I began. 

“You’re not gay,” he interrupted.

“Dad,” I replied. “We’ve done this too many times before.”