As it would be for others in the closet, I had a hard time letting my family know of my sexual orientation. I’m pansexual, and that’s all there is to it. At first, it was hard to communicate what pansexuality was to my mom and surprisingly enough, she was very accepting of me after telling her. I’m glad that my sister still looks up to me and we still remained close. My dad, I think is ignoring the matter, so I won’t talk about it whenever he’s around.
What I’m terrified is having my church find out. They don’t care that there’s a difference between being pansexual and being lesbian. If there’s a chance that I’ll fall in love with a girl, I’m automatically condemned.
Once, I was angered because the priest at my church wanted the entire parish to sign a petition to make it so that same-sex marriage can never happen. As an altar server, I had to keep my mouth shut, when that whole time, I just wanted to say, “Then I’m never getting married.”
Although I’ve been in the closet this long (in terms of letting the church know), I feel as if recently that I should just say it and be proud of who I am. My mom doesn’t think it’s a good idea, but honestly, if they can’t accept me, screw it. I believe in God, and that he loves me for who I am. I’m not hurting anyone by being pansexual. I’m just being myself.
So that’s my little rant or whatever.