God, I was terrified of "coming out" to my family. My father was one of those men who used to swerve his car and aim for someone crossing the road who "looked like a fruit", while laughing his head off at their reaction. He carried a baseball bat in the boot of his car which he fondly refered to as his "fruit juicer". Truly a delightful man. Anyway, I left the dubs and immigrated to England in order to "come out". I went back to South Africa on a trip specifically to tell my family I was Gay... I remember the terror I felt on the flight over, but KNEW I had a home and job and life in England I could come home to... the hardest/saddest part was knowing I was going to alienate myself with one statement, two words long "I'm Gay." My sister had made it clear to me that all homosexuals are peodophiles (with bad breath no less) and no homosexual would be allowed near her children. 8 years later she has been true to her word. I have not seen my niece or nephew since. My father barely speaks to me. He was in England in December with his new wife, in Oxford for 3 weeks... didn't hear from him. Hey ho. Their loss now. I am so happy and free I would never ever go back to the old days!!!
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