Back when I first started this whole blogging thing, I came out to a vanilla friend. I was about to get together with a man I met online and needed someone to act as a safety call. It seemed a good idea to clue her in a bit, though this was not a decision undertaken lightly. We were friends from school- the kind of friends with enough dirt on each other to successfully derail any campaigns for public office if we so chose- so it was unlikely that this new information would give her that much more ammunition if the discussion went badly. Still, while I hoped this revelation wouldn’t damage our relationship, one can never be too sure.
I was hoping for begrudging tolerance. What I got was acceptance, curiosity, and unwavering support and encouragement. I was blown away, and asked why she was so willing to not only keep me safe but also to discuss this with me and encourage me to continue my exploration.
In her own words:
There are certain people in your life that will never completely put you off. They could literally say “So…I killed a guy yesterday” and while the general idea of such a thing is completely abhorrent, you would probably end up responding with “Really? Why? What happened next?” or some variation of “bet the bastard deserved it”. I guess I’m just saying that whether or not I would ever find the idea of what you’re into personally appealing, I really don’t think that I would ever change my opinion of you over anything you told me.
Perhaps not the most comforting of metaphors, but enlightening all the same. And a friend to hang on to!