I had a dear friend come out to me as Bi recently. When he did, he asked that it not change how I felt about him. I told him who he was attracted to didn’t matter to me, that he was my friend no matter what. In the course of our conversation, he shared with me how he came to this realization and it was not easy at all. It was through a lot of reflection that he’d made peace with something that he’d lived with his entire life. I told him that the bravery that it took to be so honest with himself was commendable, and I loved him no matter what. 

Now, in talking with my wife afterwards, we were concerned how his family would accept this, seeing that we’d met them before and had made certain assumptions. With my friend’s permission, I am sharing this exchange he had with his father (names deleted to protect privacy).

So, as you can see, my concerns were completely unfounded. It gives me hope that, for every tragedy we hear about a family turning their back on one of their own, we have one of these beautiful stories. It hypes me up and gives me hope that, just maybe, people are generally good and that love is their guiding principle. Let’s keep adding to the good, ok?