Funny that this thread resurfaced. My homophobic best friend called me last week and asked the big question, "Are you gay?" Apparently he's been thinking about it for a while and didn't know how to approach me on it. He said that I'm always going to be his best friend in the entire world, the best man at his wedding, and nothing would ever change between us. He pulled the "I tell you everything about me" card since he told me about some unsavory aspects of his life from a year ago. I haven't given him an answer yet, but I suppose he's figured it out for himself.
Saturday night I went out with my other slightly homophobic best friend, Trish, to dinner and the movies (saw Changeling, definitely recommend it). While we were sitting in the theater's cafe waiting for the movie clear out so we could go in, we somehow got on the topic of gays. It was on her friend at her school, and our mutual friend in Italy. Her friend barely fits the stereotype (hails from Missouri, going to school in Pennsylvania) but we were disgusted by his lifestyle (has an open relationship with his boyfriend in the sense that if either of them sees a cute guy, they'll try and bring him home for a threesome). Our mutual friend in Italy fits the stereotype perfectly and even crosses his Ts and dots his Is while doing it, and I told her how he FINALLY came out. Anyway, she said that I'm definitely not gay, to which I replied with, "Would it matter if I was?" She said no, then after a little more conversation she put two and two together and said she was surprised, but doesn't care. I never actually said, "I'm gay," but hinted it.
So out of three people remaining, one knows, one pretty much knows, and one isn't allowed to know until I graduate and move out to start my career (my dad). So close to total freedom, yet so far. I dunno if I mentioned it, but ALL of my friends at my old school know, and most of them have met JW through webcam now.