"I'll concede on one thing: you wouldn't see these types of people in those kinds of places".
Every time I spent an extended amount of time with my parents, I start feeling like I'm taking two steps back in terms of personal development. Basically, I stop feeling entirely like myself and it takes me some time to get "back" to who I am. For some reason, it feels like I've taken more than a couple of steps back…
Hey, er, can I ask you a question? It's about coming out.
My parents are coming to visit. My religious, not-aware-I'm-gay, stressful parents. Let's go back in time for some context but not too much because it is pretty personal and so complicated. You'll just have to trust me as a narrator, and me assure you I'm trying to stay objective.
It happens sometimes. He sent me a message on GayRomeo, which is my country's equivalent of grindr and okcupid mixed together, meaning you can either find serious dating potential or one night hook ups. It's usually the latter sadly. It wasn't supposed to be this time, though.
I'm gay. I'm also Muslim.
That's the question that kept coming back in my head all weekend.