Coming Out To My Parents
It’s tough for me to continuously lie to my parents that I will marry a girl. My principle is — I would rather be honest with someone so that I don’t have any issues with them.
It’s tough for me to continuously lie to my parents that I will marry a girl. My principle is — I would rather be honest with someone so that I don’t have any issues with them.
I am Dylan and I’m in my mid-30s this year. I am a self-identified closeted gay graysexual, and I also belong to a minority race in Malaysia.
I am in love with my straight best friend and this is our story.
I identify as a lesbian and growing up, I lived in a modern household where my parents accepted who I was with little issues.
“I am normal too” — these are the words that I have repeated to myself far too many times. I repeat them when I look at the mirror as I am getting ready to go out.
I’ve been told by other Asians that my family is unusual.
I’m a fourth generation Japanese American black sheep.
It was really a dark moment when I experienced that. It all started when I was on Grindr looking for sex.
I hate labels so much. Born and bred in a small kampung in a rural northern state in Malaysia, I have a mixed heritage and an inborn conflicting pride.
From my understanding, it is illegal to engage in homosexual activities based on the Islamic teachings. Across the globe, it also seems illegal for Muslims to leave Islam. Gay people from Malaysia might be able to get married in non-Islamic countries, but their marriage will not be recognised when they return home. I know that some gay Muslims might struggle to accept their sexuality, considering the religious restrictions that come with this faith.
Maybe it was her long, dark hair. Maybe it was her cute Australian accent. Maybe, just maybe, it was the way she looked at me when someone asked her a question, because she didn’t know how to reply. But, I fell for her. Through the boring science lessons and the fun social studies classes, we made witty comments and laughed our asses off.