... yes, yes I did. I came out to my mom. We were walking along the lakefront, on our way to some play thing or other, and it went something like this:
Me: "So, um, Mom, can I talk to you about something?"
Mom: *pause* "Sure..."
*insert overly long silence in which I stare at my hands*
Me: "I, um, I think I might, uh, I, I like girls."
*this pause was probably only half a minute or so, but it felt like hours*
Mom: "Well, I don't think that's all that uncommon, especially at your age..."
(that's my mother for you, always the math teacher, always rationalizing)
Me: *Mumble mumble* "yeah."
Mom: "What about S?" (A guy I hang out with a lot, I think she kinda thought we had a thing going)
Me: "He, um, he knows."
Mom: "Who have you told?"
Me: "Uh, S, (a few other friends), and, uh, W kinda figured it out." (My best, insaaanely gorgeous female friend)
Mom: (Wearing one of those typical mom expressions that says, "hhhhmmmmm, I'm going to figure out what's going on there") "Oh, alright then. Well, I will, ah, respect your privacy." (Meaning she won't tell my homophobic dad)
Mom: "But, you know, this... preference is going to make your life a lot more difficult. I don't want to see you getting hurt."
Me: "I know, mom."
Tada, the end, we went on to discuss polar coordinates. I love living in a family of math geeks. It feels so much better to have told her, it really does. Eventually I'll tackle dad, but not until I really, really have to.