Chapter 7

Coming out of the closet was surprisingly easy. On one hand, I'm sure it was because was because it wasn't exactly the worlds best kept secret. But at the same time it was so easy because the few people I had told didn't ever pressure me to keep telling people.

After I told Jean-Louise that I was gay she reacted oddly to say the least.

"Michael are fucking kidding me?"

"Um, no."

"Because if you are kidding, I'm going to come over to your house and kick the shit out of you. If you aren't kidding then I love and support you."

"Yeah... I'm not kidding." Apparently kidding about your sexuality to Jeanie was something you didn't want to do.

We stayed up all night talking. For the first time in my life I felt like I was being my self. We talked about my feelings and how I was going to go about coming out for a little bit for the most part we just talked as friends. We talked about the boys we liked, which for me was a very big deal, what we would wear, and how we wanted to do our hair. You know... girl talk! I had never had a conversation so at ease.

Me and Jeanie got closer and closer. We began having code words about gay topics when we were infront of our friends. People began to notice that we had become very close, and a few even began to wonder what was up. Our friend Emily Strongin was a good example of this. She knew better than to think that the two of us were dating, but she was starting to wonder. So one by one we began to tell the others.

One day at a Starbucks I told my friend Katie Walker. She pretended to be surprised and I feel for it. It was very sweet.
A month or so later I told the previously mentiod Emily too.

"AW! I didn't realize you were..... fluffy."

That's right. she called me Fluffy. I had never heard of someone gay being refereed to as Fluffy.

It wasn't long until I had to tell Taylor. My best straight male friend. Honestly I wasn't friends with many boys in high school. Also I didn't give a shit what any of the boys thought of my sexuality, but telling T was going to be different. Every girl I told was more than fine and many loved me more for it, but normally the straight boys didn't know how to handle a gay guy. I cared what Taylor thought and I was pretty sure he would be fine, but he was still a straight boy.

Never the less though, he didn't care. He said it didn't ever change anything and that it never would.

There were still a couple more people to tell, but that is for another chapter.