This is just a quick page I did to set a bit of a scene. More will be written, but the majority will be from the parents point of view of having a gay son and his turmoils of coming out, young love and trying to get by in life.

I apologise in advance to the randomness of the submissions as I don't intend to write on a schedule, but hopefully you can stick with me, compliment and encourage me, even offer suggestions.



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The house was silent as the weasel looked back at the envelope sitting all alone on the dark wooden coffee table in his parents loungeroom. Standing there in the open front doorway, tail hanging limp, the sound of ominous thunder off in the distance, slowly moving away from the storm earlier that day.

He looked at his watch, 16:37, his father wouldn’t be home for another hour and his mother another 30 minutes after that at least. His brother was also away on a school camp for a few days. This was the easiest way, he wasn’t always the most eloquent of people, but given time he could manage to find what he wanted to say when he put pen to paper.

Chris had known he was different from a very early age and came to terms with his sexuality in his first year of high school after some secret explorations with a close friend, a former friend. At almost 17, he felt he had to do the right thing and let his parents know and this way it would give them time to work things out and hopefully ask him to come home, if they want him to come home.

The air was still, heavy with moisture and stifling heat causing Chris to sweat even with his short fur, wearing just a loose t-shirt and shorts. Sighing softly to himself, he pulled the door closed, locked it and set off up the street, heading to the small shopping mall a 10 minute walk away where he’d planned to meet what he affectionately call his girlfriend, Stephanie. They had been friends as long as he could remember, his parents were friends with her parents and even being 2 years older than him, they were inseperable. Many times both familes, both weasels, expected them to start dating, which they started to pretend after he’d come out to her on his 14th birthday.

Not many knew, but she was someone he could trust implicitly. They had shared secrets for years, fears, goals and dreams, which actors they thought were attractive, of which lately they’ve started naming the same names. So when Chris had told her of his plans to come out to his parents, it was together that they’d decided it be best if he left home for a while. Not running away, but to stay with her in her small but stylish apartment in the city.

Chris knew Steph didn’t earn much money while in first year university and working part-time, but her parents owned a number of apartments around town and they let her live in one at an enormous discounted price. He would still go to school and he also had a part-time job washing dishes at a local indian restauraunt. Another bonus was that his boss always thought he was too skinny and so would constantly feed him after his shift finished.

Sitting in the cramped, too-stylish coffee shop, he waved at Steph as she walked past the front window. Grabbing his take-away coffee cup, he quickly got up and squeezed past the other patrons who were all to engrossed in their conversations about the pros and cons of the impact of politics on their precious organic fairtrade coffee to really take notice of him.
Carefully holding his coffee away from Steph, he embraced the petite form tightly with one arm. Steph returned the embrace, holding him tightly for a moment longer than normal. She pulled away and held him at arms length, looking him in the eye, grinning, but Chris could see the moisture of tears starting to form.

“Oh c’mon, don’t be like that,” Chris whispered looking around in to see who was watching in case she started to cause a scene, which she was known to do on occassion.

“I’m just proud Chrissy,” she said, using the name he hated, but she was the only one allowed to use it. “You’ve taken a massive step towards happiness and I’m sure that your parents will be okay with it, I mean they’ve always seemed to accepting and tolerant.”

“Yeah, but that’s because it was never their child.”

“They can’t use the whole ‘We’ll never have grandchildren’ thing, I’m sure your younger brother isn’t far off from having kids”.

Chris knew she was referring to Joel, who at only 13, was already a ladies-man and claims to have had a number of girlfriends.

“Well, let’s go, I may have left dinner on the cooktop,” Steph whispered conspiratorially as they turned to walk to the carpark.







Amanda walked through the front door expecting to hear cursing, music or a combination of both coming from the basement as her husband tinkers with some carpentry project. What she did walk into though, was her husband sitting on the couch, head in his paws, an open letter lying on the floor.

At the noise of the front door closing, he looked up at his wife, his eyes red, tears staining his cheeks.

“What did we do wrong?” He managed to choke out.

“Geoff, what do you mean? What’s happened? What’s wrong?” Panic started to set in as she quickly walked over and knelt in front of him, gently placing a paw on his knee.

Reaching down, Geoff grabbed the letter and handed it to his wife.

Dear mom and dad,
You are the most important people in my life and I love you with all my heart. Because of this I can no longer go on living a lie.

I’m gay.

I’ve known for some years now and have tried to hide it, I didn’t want to be a disappointment. I have not run away, I am safe and will still be studying, but I need to give you time and distance. I hope that eventually you’ll forgive me enough to contact me.
I will never forget you.

Chris.

Covering her mouth with a paw, Amanda looked up at Geoff, tears welling in her eyes now as well. Geoff pulled his wife in tight, kneeling down with her and holding her close, both sobbing at the loss both now felt.

15 minutes later they both sat at the dining room table, silently nursing hot coffees each, the letter open in front them. This one piece of paper having permanently changed their lives, both unsure if it were for better or worse.

“What do we do? Do we go look for him?” Amanda finally broke the silence.

“I don’t know, I honestly don’t know. I... I just,” he paused for a moment. “He said he’d give us time, I don’t know what he wants us to do.”

“Do we forgive him?”

“Forgive him!? For what? Amanda, he has done nothing wrong and you know this. I’ll admit I’ve never understood the whole ‘gay’ thing, but he’s our son. We still love him,” at which point Geoff choked back a sob threatening to break through.

“It’s wrong through, you know what the church says.”

“And you know damn well....”

“GEOFF”

“Sorry, you know very well what Father Michael has had to say on this matter. You know his brother is gay and you know that the good Father has accepted him so don’t you try to tell me the church’s position.”