Me: I don't know how I'd tell them.
Her: How you'd tell them what?
Me: My folks. I don't how I'd tell them that I'm... y'know...
Her: No. I don't know.
Me: Even telling you is really hard, and you're one of the most easy going people I know.
Her: You can tell me anything. You know that.
Me: I've never been able to tell my parents that I'm.... straight.
Her: Holy fuck!
Me: Yeah, it's true. I fancy women. I love women. Fuck, it feels so good to say it out loud.
Her: Your parents would understand.
Me: No they fucking wouldn't.
Her: Look. They love you. They'll accept you for what you are. You're just going to have to be honest with them.
Me: But, I mean, my father... my father's father before him.... All gays. There's no way they'd get it.
Her: I'd come with you, for moral support.
Me: You're joking, aren't you? First of all I tell them I'm straight, then they see me with you! I would never put you through that. Fuck it, I wouldn't put myself through it.
Her: Well, I'm here if you need me. I'm a bit shocked, myself... But, y'know, it'll be ok. There are plenty of straight bars around. It's nothing to be ashamed of nowadays.
Me: Thanks. You've been a rock through this entire ordeal.