‘We’ve read your letter. Thank you for being honest. Thank you for trusting us.

Papa and I have been praying for you and John every night. You are God’s gift to us and we will love you for what you are. Continue striving and be the best you want to be.

Go home tonight. We will welcome you with our loving and tight embrace.

We love you very much and the whole family will be with you through thick or thin.

Love,

Papa and Mama’

After reading that, I was just a puddle and a mess. I could not think of another event in my life that gave me that much relief and joy. What made it even better was finally going home and getting a hug from my parents. While it was not exactly smooth sailing after that, I have to give my parents a lot of credit for keeping their minds and hearts open as they eventually came to terms with my sexual orientation.

It would take a few handfuls of girlfriends, over two decades of denial and seven full years of hiding on the other side of the planet — in China — before I learned to let go of my fear, my shame and the idea that being gay was wrong.

In China, from the outside looking in, I had it all. Career-wise I had worked my way into the Chinese media scene. I had a national radio show that broadcast to millions across the country and I became the first foreign VJ to host a program on MTV China. Yes, the perception and prestige was there — it looked amazing, but on the inside I was afraid and felt so alone.

China, in many ways, was my test drive. I was a miserable closet case and realized in order to feel a way I had never felt I had to do something I’d never done. So, I broke up with my girlfriend, I started hooking up with guys and quickly realized that other men were the missing piece of the puzzle that had been so void in my life. I came out to my friends and quickly realized my success was meaningless, so I quit my jobs, got rid of my car, packed up my apartment and bought a one-way ticket back to Vancouver. I was ready to come home and to come out to my family.

As a gay kid, you live a life hungry for a sign that you’re normal. You might look up the word “gay” or “homosexual” in the dictionary in hopes of finding a definition that describes who you might be. An explanation of why you’re the way you are and a reassurance that you’re not alone.

I grew up never finding that definition and although I lived in the most loving, understanding and supportive household, I feared that if I came out, my entire family would hate and reject me. No Google search or god could have told me otherwise — I was terrified but knew regardless of their reaction I had to be true to myself.

Coming out changed my life. I told myself from that very day on I would never tell another lie. I lived a lifetime of being untrue and the liberation and ease that came with that truth and authenticity of coming out set me free. After four years of being home in Vancouver, I got back on the radio and knew I eventually wanted to be out and open about my sexuality in public.

Right in the heart of a string of gay teen suicides, I interviewed political activist Dan Savage about the anti-bullying campaign he launched called the It Gets Better Project. What I didn’t expect was getting this Facebook message after that interview aired:

“Hey Cory, for what its worth, I want to apologize for how I treated you back in high school. What I did was wrong and I make no excuses for my actions. I have a young family now and I’ve come to realize how destructive my behaviour was back then. I hope things with you are well and wish you continued success in life.”

I told him: “ … those past moments have made us who we are today. I feel lucky to have lived the life I’ve lived and wouldn’t change a minute of my past. For me, this is yet another one of life’s many lessons and for that I am grateful. I completely accept your apology, I’ve gained respect for you and hope for a loving future for you, your family and your two daughters.”