I've come out to my dad seven times – he still hasn't met my husband
At 30, I’m finally living as myself. But the man whose acceptance I wanted most still can’t say the word “gay.”
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.”