Prayers for Bobby.

I felt the need to blog about this.


I just got through watching "Prayers for Bobby" on Lifetime. (I know, you can flame me for watching Lifetime later.) But watching that movie, I must say, has been one of the most interesting movie related experiences of my life. I watched it with both of my parents, which I thought was pretty awkward at the beginning. I'm "out" to both of them, but it's a topic we never really discuss, and whenever we DO discuss it, it sometimes ends in a little bit of a tiff. My parent's are not thrilled with my sexuality, which until recently my mother believed to be a choice; At the same time, they don;t like, condemn me either. I don't know; we kind of watched through it, and I kept saying, "This is like my life, minus the religion".

But then, halfway through the movie....
Bobby, the gay son, kills himself by jumping off a bridge.

Something about that scene made me have an epiphany. I refuse to go out like that. I feel blessed that I have never felt so insecure, or scared about who I am to resort to suicide. To a degree, the movie made me open my eyes to how lucky I really am.