And they took it slightly better than I thought they would!

I was born and raised Catholic, and so were my grandparents. Due to multiple reasons, such as having a cocktail of mental disorders or conditions, I live with them.

My grandparents are from a different era, and they used to be vehemently homophobic. But they’ve told me that across the previous decades and numerous social movements, their views have softened and changed.

My grandfather is agnostic and my grandma is a moderate Catholic, but because of my knowledge, love, care and my passion, I have actually converted both of my grandparents into being hardcorre communist sympathizers. My grandpa loves Fidel Castro, Stalin, and even got a Che Guevara shirt because of me.

They were stunned today when I came out. While people often say they will love and understand no matter what, its different when its your own family, and actions speak louder than words.

My grandfather was in tears, but not because of me being bisexual. He was in tears because I had been “hiding” or not talking about it for so long, and that I was never upfront about it, and he feels fucking ashamed and guilty that I was ever afraid of telling him and that I shouldn’t keep shit to myself.

I feel like I climbed fucking Mt. Everest. Imagine telling your Southern and Texan former Latino gangster grandfather that’s covered in tattoos and with a criminal record and a dark past and previous intense homophobia that you’re bisexual.

Or your German immigrant grandmother that was abused and forced to become a perfect Catholic, now feels thankful and non-judgmental, and how it feels to feel safe around your family.

They both have lots of questions, but they don’t want to pry and they don’t know where to start, and they know I’ll tell them more when I feel like it.

I’m still fucking reeling, but I think I’ll be able to sleep moderately better tonight.

I’m so happy and fucking tired.