Author & Blogger Zerrick Rafael give us his story of when he came out to his mother after graduating from college.
So here is one I am sure some of you will thoroughly enjoy while others may have a bit of an issue with.
My first lover I met in Philadelphia when I was in college. He was your typical straight man gone gay, except for the fact that he made the transition without doing the dl, closet case thing. We dated the entire two years that I was in college, and right around the time that I graduated he got offered a job as an executive with a huge record label in New York. Which meant that he would have to move, and since he didn’t want to give me up, he asked me to marry him, and move to NY with him.
Graduation neared and I still had not told my parents that I was moving to New York for what ever reason. They weren’t able to come up for my graduation so as a graduation present to me, Jay flew us down to Atlanta. We arrived on a Friday and stayed the entire weekend. I still had not told my mother that I wasn’t planning on coming back home. Well, Sunday came and so did Sunday dinner, with my brothers, sister, mother, etc. We piled around the table all of us Jay (my Fiancee) included, and began dinner.
Well my mom started talking about how proud of me she was that I was done with college and my sister asked me what were my plans after graduation. Before I could answer Jay spoke up, “He’s moving to New York”. My mother all excited asked why, what was in New York. I explained to her that I would be doing some auditioning for Broadway. My mother asked why couldn’t I come home for a while before running off to New York, and Jay chimed in very calmly again, “He can’t come back down here to Atlanta, we have to be in New York a week after he graduates.”
My mother said with a very puzzled expression on his face. We? And Jay replied “Yes, I just got a new job in New York and Rafael and I have to be in New York a week after he graduates. He can’t come running home to Atlanta for God knows how long I need him in New York with me.” Well, everyone at the table stopped eating. They all stared at Jay like he had grown two heads. My sister was the first to say something, and really she didn’t say anything at all she just burst out laughing. My mother took a look around the table and said really sternly. “Who the hell are you?” But before I could say anything Jay reached up and grabbed me by the hand. My mother took one look at him holding my hand took a sip of her tea, and said real calmly. “Will someone please pass me the cornbread?”
And that is how I came out to my family. Minimal drama, but drama all the same…