Mad as Hell: The Aftermath

You know this entry is a little late in coming. Actually it is very late in coming. If you recall in my previous entry I talked about Jun sleeping at my place one night. After he arrived and had fallen asleep my parents called me and I without thinking told them that my friend was over and was sleeping in my bed.

I recently came out to my parents and they are not taking it to well. So my parents took me innocently saying that my friend is sleeping in my bed as my FRIEND WHO I AM DATING AND PROBABLY FUCKED BEFORE YOU CALLED is sleeping in my bed. At the time of the call they acted with a great bit of calm. The following Monday I called my mom to just talk a bit. She seemed upset and cold. I assumed that maybe she and my father had had another argument or she was just not having a good day. So that call was very short.

The next day, a Tuesday, my dad called me in the morning and basically asked why I didn't care about the family and he informed me that I had made my mother upset by talking about my "friend." My father and I share similar tempers. If you speak to us suddenly with an accusatory and disrespectful tone we become instantly angry and... "loud." I unlike my father can resist the urge to scream for about 15 seconds. I used those seconds to inform my father that I will call him back and hung up.

I think I took about twenty minutes to eat a sandwich and talk to my guinea pig. Yes, I talk to animals and I like to believe that they don't understand a word I say.

After my twenty minute break I called my father back and we talked. Actually we argued. He accused me of not caring about my family. He expressed his desire to have grandchildren and he told me that being gay was a death sentence. He also implied that I was not a man because I was gay and then my mom came home. She got on the phone and the conversation shifted to religious reason for why being gay is wrong. I was told that being gay was a choice and if I wanted to I could change. They seemed shocked that I was not making an effort to change.

All of those things made me upset, pissed, and wee bit amused. I actually anticipated my parents eventually expressing those types of ideas. So ultimately I wasn't that upset.

I just get really frustrated with religious arguments. The bible which I haven't really studied deeply is, like all books, open to interpretation. I don't know most of those interpretations. My parents have their interpretation memorized and they hold it close to their heart. Anything that I say in opposition to their opinion is met with laughing and shouting.

Today I am reading some comments on homosexuality being caused by genetics and some of the comments are amazing. The arguments for and against homosexuality are very interesting. I have to admit that I am taking notes. I want to be better prepared for the next times my parents and I argue. It is so difficult and I would say unfair to try to argue with two people at one time.

I can tell that my parents still love me and are concerned about me, but right now their way of saying it is lacking in finesse. Normally I call home about 2 or 3 times a month. I am down to 1 maybe 2 now and I really don't have any desire to change that.