I came out to my parents when they discovered gay porn on my computer while I was at my friend Nicole's house choreographing a hip hop dance.
I was shocked, because I thought they already knew but I got a call when I was, like, mid shoulder brush, from my mother being like, "Where are you?"
And I was like, "I'm at Nicole's house!"
And she was like, "You need to come home now."
And I went home.
I can't believe I'm telling this story.
Anyway, I went home after we finished the dance. She drove me home in her Infiniti SUV, and I walked into the house, and it's pitch black, and I just see the like backlit shadow of my mother in the corner of the kitchen just like…
She brings me down, and rather than having a nice, “Let's talk about this," She starts like bringing up, she starts, like, opening up all the websites and I don't know what to do, and I'm like, "Ew! What is that? That's disgusting!"
Meanwhile I'm like, Yep Tuesday, yep Wednesday… Thursday I didn't do anything, and Friday… And, like, my dad comes downstairs in his tighty-whiteys and is like, "Bran, if it's yours just tell us."
Well hold on, hold on.
They found this, like, weird fax--like a document nobody recognized and I was like, "Well obviously someone hacked into our computer.”
And they believed me.