Aw, come on... Lets hear your worst!
Well...... let me see. How about the first person I ever came out to? I had to. She was trying to rape me.
In college I had three friends that did everything together. Two girls, two guys. Two straight girls, one reasonably straight guy and me. The closet Momo. We were all musicians and we had a lot of music classes and performances together. One of the girls was head over heels in love with the straight guy (we all ended up sleeping with him at one time or another but that's another story). Meanwhile the other girl was interested in me. So was the guy but being the clueless fuck that I am, I didn't pick up on it. Back then it was unheard of to be a gay Mormon. I was terrified someone would find out. I had just lost my partner to gay bashers and it pushed me further back into the closet. I was a little hesitant about sharing that part of my life.
I had a situation on my hands. She was persistant.
I dodged. I ducked and weaved. I danced around like a prize fighter. I explained that I wasn't interested in her that way. But she would not be deterred. She wanted to sleep with me come Hell or high water. Her attempts became more elaborate as time passed. We had just started the Fall semester and was out on the town commiserating our lost summer. By this time the straight guy and the other girl were a couple. This made my pursuer that much more determined to seal the deal. We were going to a restaurant to celebrate and I dropped everyone off at the door so they could find good seating while I parked the car. Well, guess who decided to stay in the car with me? I finally found a good parking spot and had just pulled in when she attacked. She had my shirt off before I could put the car in park. Her hands were all over the place. I swear to god she sprouted four more arms. I got the door open and fell out of the car with her on top of me. I was mortified. I had no clue how to handle the situation. She looked at me like a cat cornering a mouse and said, "I will have you in bed before the night is over."
"We need to talk."
We got back in the car. I don't know how it happened but she ended up in the driver seat and I was next to her in the passenger seat. She was cold so I gave her the keys to start the engine and get the heater going. I was sweating bullets. I had never been so scared in my life. After much stammering and stuttering I finally told her I was gay. She didn't believe me at first. She thought I was playing a joke on her. And that pissed her off. Hell hath no fury, people. Seriously. She started laughing. Hysterically. Then she put the car in reverse. The next thing I know, my face is plastered up against the windshield and then the side window as she whipped around out of the parking space..... and floored it. She lost her shit. She was screaming at me while she was driving like Al Unser in a shopping mall parking lot. I heard words coming out of her mouth that made demons in Hell blush.
My life flashed before my eyes. Twice.
She finally calmed down after nearly taking out half the parking lot. She shut the engine off. Handed me the keys.... and proceeded to beat the living shit out of me. She pounded on me for a good two minutes. In the meantime our other two friends came back outside to see what was taking so long. They thought I had tried to rape her. My shirt was off. Her hair was fucked up. Her make-up was smeared. She was sobbing. I was scratched and bleeding. I just knew I was going to jail that night. We went back to the dorms and had a long talk. She ended up with a handsome BYU football star (totally jealous) and we had a great friendship together.
