If I have to pick a favourite I would any day go with non-fiction stories. Especially coming out stories; the confusion, the anguish, the struggle and finally liberation. Relating to them is just so easy, that they can motivate or drain you with same level of intensity.
And here’s another one of them.
I had wanted to come out to my mother first. I was nervous about how my father would react, and I wanted my mother’s help in telling him. I also had certain constraints. I wanted to be in public, in case either of us was tempted to make a scene. I wanted to be somewhere loud, with plenty of noise around us. I wanted to be outdoors on a sunny day so we would both be wearing sunglasses. I didn’t want to be able to see my mother’s eyes. I didn’t want her to see mine.
When I told my mother, she was surprised, which in turn surprised me—how could she possibly not know. If she was upset, she hid it behind her sunglasses. She said something about understanding that I was born this way. She said she was glad that after graduation I was moving to New York City, where I could find a “gay-positive community.” I asked her where she learned the term “gay-positive community” and she smiled and said, “Oprah.” [Link]
With a coming out like this, Rahul Mehta’s debut venture “Quarantine” seems to have hit the right notes.
*If any of you Gaysis or non-Gaysi folks have read the book, then why not do a review for Gaysi Family. Drop in a message via the comment section or the contact page and we shall get the ball rolling.
