celebrating and creating our own LGBTQ+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

day seven

Family secrets       


“Have you got a boyfriend?” asked my dad

“no” I replied.

“Why not, a young thing like you?” (I’m 26 at the time)

“I don’t need or want a boyfriend, thanks very much”

“Oh come on, someone to keep you warm at night….”

Don’t go there, bastard. “No, I don’t. I’m gay” I tell him.

“Oh, gay is it? Well it takes all sorts…”


“I’ve got something to tell you mum, I’m gay!”

Well don’t tell your father, it’ll kill him”

“No, it didn’t. I’ve told him already”

“What did he say?”

“That it takes all sorts”

“He would say something like that. Typical! Don’t tell the neighbours”


(To my older brother) “Well, I’ve told mum and dad so I’d better tell you, I’m gay.”

“What, you’re a lesbian? Really? How long have been gay, when did you know?”

“All my life really, I just got sidetracked by conformist pressure.”

“And mum and dad know? That’s brilliant. Did they go spare?”

“Not particularly”

“ me too, I’m gay too, have been for years. Don’t tell mum and dad.”

We hug.


Christine Snell, 58, Glaswegian living in France



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