My Father Asked Me If I Was Gay . . .

My father asked me if I was gay. I said, “Does it really matter?

My good friend Steve is gay. We’ve known each other since 1990, and I consider him to be part of my family. He is one of the sweetest, funniest, smartest, and warmest friends I have. He always has a shoulder for me to cry on; he’s seen me at my worst and has always been a source of love and support.

While scrolling through my Facebook feed, I saw one of his posts and I wanted to share it with you.

Steve wrote:

“I was just going through some old files and came upon this. I don’t remember writing it though it mirrors my turbulent past. It made me cry. I am so grateful for who I am and the love I am surrounded by and showered with.”

My father asked me if I was gay.

I said, “Does it really matter?”

He said, “No, not really.”

I said, “Yes I am.”

He said, “You are an evil person and no longer my son.”

My sister and brother-in-law asked me if I was gay.

I said, “Does it really matter?”

They said, “No, not really.”

I said, Yes I am.”

They said, “You are no longer welcome in our home,” and slammed the door in my face.

My friend asked me if I was gay.

I said, “Does it really matter?”

He said, “No, not really.”

I said, “Yes I am.”

He said, “Get away from me. I don’t understand you.”

I asked my lover if he loved me.

He said, “Does it really matter?’

I said, “Yes.”

He said, “I love you,” and he held me in his arms and wept with me.

My God asked me, “Do you love yourself?”

I said, “How can I when I’m gay?”

He said, “Because I made you that way and I love you.”

. . . And then I realized that nothing else mattered.

Steve’s post is set to “friends only,” so I’m unable to share his actual post. However, you can clink this link to see the “file” he referred to.

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