My 'Coming Out' Story (In honor of National Coming Out Day)

When I came out to my mother, she had just found out that I had quit high school. My senior year didn't go so well, so I was enrolled in adult school. At the time I wasn't interested in anything but going out to underground parties around four days a week. She came into my room and was yelling at me after receiving a letter from my adult school, which said I hadn't been to school in two months. She was absolutely furious, with very good reason. She asked me what was wrong with me. The truth is that I was on drugs and totally being selfish. What I said was, "I'm gay." Her response was, "Get out of my house and don't come back with aids." I left and moved to San Francisco for a month and a half. I was with a man that I had met on the internet. He was a great guy and we still get along and talk, but things were not easy for us and I ended up moving in with my ex boyfriends family back Huntington Beach. My mother called me a few times. She had calmed down and missed me so much. Two years later, she died of a staph infection of the lungs. I spent many days with her before that happened and learned that no matter how they react when you do come out, angry, sad, or whatever, they still love you very much. If they kick you out or you feel rejected, it's up to both you and your parents to make the effort to have a good relationship again. Be good to your parents, they aren't going to always be there. Do your best to give them the love they deserve, even when they reject you. My father loves me so much and has grown to understand me and appreciate me for who I am. Our relationship today has never been better. Much love. #nationalcomingoutday

Photography/Fiction: CURSED SKULL, CURSED FATE (A Spooky Short Picture Story)

CURSED SKULL, CURSED FATE 

PICTURE 1:The spirit hovered above the man as he entered the house. It couldn’t believe that this was all happening again, wishing it could be free of its eternal fate....

  

  It followed the man home from an occult shop where the man had purchased a skull that had carving etched all over it. The man thought the skull would be a neat knick-knack for his son who enjoyed trinkets that had a dark nature about them. Little did he know, the skull carried a curse that an old crone had put on the skull that summoned a spirit to kill anyone in possession of the it, just after the last stroke of midnight on the first day of owning it. Until then, the spirit followed the man, hovering just above his head, only materializing as a shadow, a half form. The man should never have purchased the skull, but people in the material world had a way of not knowing or respecting things they perceive to be false, such as spirits.

 PICTURE 2:  The man walked up the stairway towards his room, feeling the spirit in his bones and blood, but not believing it was there with his mind. The spirit reached for its skull but in shadow form, it could not touch the man. It would follow until midnight came and get its skull back following the orders of the crone from years ago. 

PICTURE 3:  As midnight approached the man lay in his sleep paralyzed by dreams that warned of his future. A shadow foreshadowing his fate unseen by the man stuck in a dream world that made nightmares seem tame. 

PICTURE 4
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       The clock strikes midnight as the ghost materializes and grabs the skull from the bookcase. A place the man put his sons gift with pride. A false pride built on things not his. The ghost dropped the skull in front of the sleeping man, a part of the curse that allows the dead to touch the living. All the humans that had dared to touch the skull had been killed. He boiled their blood from the inside using his cursed gift of power given by the crone, always just after midnight.

PICTURE 5: The clock finished its twelfth tone and the man was no more. He was found with a look of fear on his face the blood seeping his sheet through his skin. The skull was nowhere to be found and the ghost gone.

 The spirit tied forever with the burden of the skull…. Was on to find his next victim.