After Father's Day

Bless me father, for I have sinned.  It has been over a month since my last blog entry.  In that time, I have lived life.  I have kissed a boy and fallen more in love.  I have been to Disneyland, and I rode the Small World ride, much to my chagrin. I have finished a year of service.  I have cried when I realized I would never see any of my children again, and I truly regret that I don't have more pictures.

Enough with that.  So, I've started freelancing again now that I'm done working with City Year.  It was a...run...but I'm glad to be done with it for now.  I don't really have negative feelings about the year, but I do know that it is WAY too close right now for me to think anything honest and serious about it.  So, instead of talking about that, I'm going to talk about something else.

(Insert obligatory promise that I will post a lot more often on here.  I'm not going to make any promises.  We'll just see how it goes.)

I just wanted to jot something really quick that I've been thinking for a while.  This must have happened a month ago now, though it could have been just a few weeks ago.  Anywho, I was talking to my dad, and he asked after my boyfriend, Rene, and I told him about some small thing that had happened, and he expressed his interest and we moved on to something else.

I know that this is such a small moment, but, really, it was hugely important to me.  See, I realized in that moment that, for possibly years, I had been lying to people.  People ask me how my parents deal with me being gay, I tell them that my mom is totally okay with it and that we're really close friends.  And I tell them that my dad is totally in my corner and just wants me to be happy, but that he doesn't want to talk about it.  I mean, he's a good-ol'-boy, and that's just not something that's a part of that world.

I haven't dated anyone that I've really cared for in a while.  And I just never bring it up to my dad.  I thought that he would be too uncomfortable to talk about it.  But, I guess that it's really that I was too scared to bring it up.  Not that he would say anything...he would never be negative, but maybe it would be cold or awkward or put distance between us.  But that was stupidity on my part.  He really, truly and honestly, just wants the best for me.  And that's totally awesome.  He likes me completely for who I am from his reclined perch in his recliner, absorbing vast quantities of the History Channel and ESPN.

You see, my dad's amazing.  And it doesn't matter if my dad can beat up your dad.  If you or your dad say anything about either of us, I'll poison your food.  A vague disclaimer is no one's friend.  So, until next time.