Ugh.  Today dad and I had "The Talk"...you know, the relationship talk.  My skin is still crawling- my stomach is still nauseated and I cringe every two minutes with the memory- the talk is the worst, least anticipated moment that could happen between parent and child.  Especially father and son.  Especially straigh father and gay son.  I'm 16 years old, it's a little late for all of that anyway, but I guess what with me being gay and all and feeling moody and lonely- oh and deciding NOT to go Florida for Spring Break with my friends- the topic of my lust for other men had to come up sometime. 

It's not like dad tried to sit me down for a talk about the birds and bees. He knows I know about sex and women and pregnancy and STDs and love and stuff.  But my dad also knows that I don't have to worry about women and pregnancy so this kind of talk was a little out of the ordinary.  It was uncomfortable and awkward because it was clear my dad didn't know what to say or where to begin.  That sucks but at least he's honest about it- at least no matter who I'm dating my dad still acknowledges that I'm his son and he makes it clear that I can talk to him about whatever whenever.  That makes me feel good.  I mean, even if I were straight and needed to talk about girls I probably still wouldn't.  It's too weird to talk to your parents about your sex life.  But at least the door is there and always open no matter who I'm dating and that's a relief. 

But quite frankly:  I'm HORNY.  I want a man, a relationship, hell I want to hook up with someone at Spring Break and it's just not fair that finding someone to love is even more exponentially difficult for me simply because I'm gay.  But my dad doesn't understand that- try as he might- so even after our talk I'm still left lonely and pining and frustrated. 

But relieved. Because there's nothing like family.