This is a coming out story of when I came out to my dad.
I remember my dad was showing me a show and it had the word dyke on a locker and so me being curious I asked my dad.
"Dad, what does dyke mean?"
"A rude word for lesbian."
I looked over at him and I was scared to come out to him but I just blurted out. "I'm a lesbian, I like girls!"
He looked at me in the eyes, smiling then chuckling. "I know."
Well that's my story. He's really understanding and doesn't treat me any differently.
