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- Language : English--American
- Subject : Fictional Stories
- Title : Coming Out
- Grade : 90
- School System : Private College (4 year)
- Country : USA
- Author Comments : Very important topic that is not dealt with enough
- Teacher Comments : very descriptive and good use of rhetoric
- Date : Dec 10, 1995
- Site found at : Yahoo search engine
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- Coming Out
- I stood there gazing at my reflection in the mirror, anxiously awaiting his arrival.
- Everything had to be perfect. I had spent weeks preparing for tonight. This was the night
- that Gary and I decided to reveal our true feelings for one another. We had kept our
- homosexuality a secret from everyone and decided that the Senior Prom would be the
- best time to come out of the closet.
- The sound of the doorbell caused my forehead to bead with sweat. I opened the
- door; Gary stood there wearing a sexy, black tuxedo that made his already broad
- shoulders look even stronger. He pulled his hand from behind his back and presented me
- with the most beautiful white orchid I had ever seen. As he said, "You look absolutely
- stunning, my dear," he gently pinned it to my lapel. I felt my heart race as he leaned
- forward and kissed my cheek. He led me by the hand to the black stretch limousine that
- he rented for this special occasion, and I noticed that his eyes lingered languidly over the
- matching black tuxedo that I was wearing. I knew the evening would be perfect.
- After an enchanting candlelight dinner at Geoff's, our favorite Italian restaurant,
- we headed for the prom. Sensing my anxiety, he gently brought my hand to his chest and
- softly whispered reassuring words in my ear. Our moment alone together went by all too
- quickly, and before we knew it, the limousine pulled up to the door of the American
- Tower. I gazed skyward and saw the bright lights of the University Club, where prom
- was taking place, located on the top floor. We simultaneously took a deep breath and
- walked through the revolving, glass doors into the elegant lobby.
- Once inside we briskly walked to the glass elevator. By the time we stepped onto
- the elevator, my stomach was turning flips. My heart beat wildly as it slowly rose to the
- top floor. I thought to myself that this was the moment of truth. When the doors parted,
- exposing a ballroom decorated with hundreds of twinkling stars and soft, romantic music
- filling the air, Gary looked deeply into my eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want to go
- through with this?"
- As I nodded my head nervously, we proceeded through the doors. Once inside he
- led me through the people to the dance floor. Just then, "I Will Always Love You," our
- song, began playing. He embraced me and our lips met as we began to dance. In the
- middle of this perfect moment the word "faggots" was hurled at us like a brick. We
- looked up and noticed that we were the only ones standing on the desolate dance floor.
- The room seemed to spin as hostility rose and slurs came at us from all directions. I ran
- from the room utterly humiliated with Gary close behind.
- After leaving the prom, we took a long ride in the limousine. For what seemed
- like hours I sat blankly staring out the mirrored window of the limousine. The night's
- atrocities floating in front of my eyes and the word "faggots" ringing in my ears. I looked
- at Gary and noticed tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. He then kissed me lightly
- on the cheek and placed my head on his shoulder. As I drifted into sleep, I heard Gary
- softly whisper, "I love you."
- The passage of time has helped to ease my pain from that awful night. Because of
- that night, I have once again repressed my true sexuality. I should have known that we
- would have never been accepted by those narrow-minded people. Most importantly, I
- came to realize that even in today's society people refuse to accept love in all its forms.
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