Coming out is like taking a journey across the desert. I didn't come up with that, but it's the best image of coming out that I've ever encountered.
That's why Oasis is such a great name for this site. That's also why my name is Desert13. Well, well, well...
I used to go to sleep hoping for lucid dreams - I wanted to be able to act out what it would be like to come out, especially to Mom and Dad. Well, I never had that dream, but when I did come out to them the day after Christmas it was like a dream. The room was spinning.
And now, I've got to finish this desert journey. So many people at school just don't know yet...
I think a lot of them are idiots for not figuring out that I'm gay yet, but at the same time I'm quivering in fear, because there are ZERO (0) openly gay people at my school right now. (in other words, I don't have much of a support group). There is a strong anti-gay feeling among most students, even some of my best friends. So yeah, I'm scared. But I think tomorrow is the day. It's going to happen. I'm strangely excited, like I was the night before I came out to Mom and Dad.
"To the desert go prophets and hermits; through deserts go pilgrims and exiles. Here the leaders of the great religions have sought the therapeutic and spiritual values of retreat, not to escape but to find realiy."
To the desert!