Coming Out?

It was yet another typical holiday spent in front of the computer; the humdrum is really getting to my nerves. It isn't that I'm not glad I finally have a break after the intense revision for the Exams. I've been complaining steadily since then. I guess I will never be satisfied. Then again...who will?

I need money! Why can't i find suitable weekday job? Then I'd be spared from this monotony too!

Sighing, i opened trevvy.com as always.

No mails nor kisses again? How depressing...

After browsing through the forums and exhausting my limited hotbod views, I decided to go cool off and have a shower. I left the computer as it is, without "switching user", as I normally will when I'm not alone at home.

Bubbles flew from the circle formed by my fingers. It has always been one of the joys of showering since young- creating bubbles. It wasn't until I discovered something else that required the same placement of my fingers that I've neglected this joy.

A bubble popped.

Right after, I heard the familiar ring of the keys, the unlocking of the door and it slamming shut.

Mom's home.

I continued indulging in this act of merriment while lathering myself up. A few bubbles flew to the floor and remained there, forming hemispheres.

How great was it to be a child. Free of worries, struggles, boredom. I could have literally spent hours playing with bubbles in the shower without complaint. It's virtually impossible now, though.


"LMO! GET OUT OF THE TOILET RIGHT NOW!," screamed my mom.



 The sound waves seemed to be aimed at the bubbles. They burst and vanished into thin air.

Shocked, I rinsed off all the soap on my body...thinking what could she be mad at? I stepped out of the shower as quickly as I could dress and knew what went wrong.

She was glaring right into my computer screen.

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ok i cant really be bothered to write in proper english now so i shall end it right there. LOL
i've never particularly liked narrative writing.

 This is just part of my DREAM with a little imagination

(cos just as they say in inception, there usually isnt a beginning in a dream)

the second part of the dream was a blur. it involved a priest coming to my house (we're a buddhist/taoist family) to bless me or something?

if your parents were to find out that you are gay, what would you do?

what would they do?

send you to a gay conversion programme? (click and the lance carroll guy at 14:18 is damn cute. :D:D:D:D but his story is such a nightmare. his mom went livid and after she found out. i tot moms are supposed to be more supportive?)

(digress. it's preposterous! hitting a pillow with a tennis racquet can "cure" homosexuality? fuck i hope he burns in purgatory for scamming those people. and it's a church for goodness sake! if you are sincere about helping ppl to "convert", what's with the charge? people who can't afford to buy the package have to remain gay then?!

i really doubt that homosexuality is a choice. i knew i like guys since forever ago and i was pretty accepting of it. i did not go through the denial period at all.

if you're gay, i think you should just embrace it; instead of suppressing it and forcing yourself to date, marry and have kids. or you'll end up like the irritating guys on IRC who proudly claims to be married and seeks guys to have sex with.

how tragic. for their wifes and children. 

my friend told me this story about his friend who was into older guys chatting with this guy on IRC. when they decided to meet up, his friend actually spied at a corner and realised the guy he was supposed to meet at that place was his father. wtf right?!)

anw seriously, i hope i do not have to come out. ever.

i think it will just be pure awkwardness.

i know there are many open gays out there like bubu and i totally admire their courage!

it's just, personally, i'd feel very uncomfortable if my family members should know.

what's your take?