My coming out story is pretty straight forward, so les-be-honest.
I’m a cisgender, lesbian female and my coming out was both hilarious and awkward and awful. A bunch of stuff, really.
Last year, I was trying to convince myself that I was heterosexual. I dated this guy (let’s call him Bob) for a while and even though we had a great time together, I had no romantic feelings for Bob. We never quite reached the bedroom but overall, we had a pretty good relationship. Or, we would have done, if I wasn’t a lesbian.
Demolishing the closet one brick at a time
Hi, my name is Callum I’m 17 and gay.
My coming out story isn’t finished yet, far from it. And neither is it particularly special or unique. (in fact if you want to go watch family guy instead, you can; I wont judge you!)
Frustration and Relief
Hey all! My name is Heather Nicole Tshudy, Niki to most, I’m 18 and happily homosexual ^w^! I can’t look back and see a time I truly liked a guy so I guess I’ve been a lesbian since the beginning. When I was younger I did ‘date’ guys (if you could call me walking around checking out girls while whoever I was with was trying to keep my attention that) but it was all purely to fit in, and they all ended with me losing all interest and just getting very distant. And on top of that 2 of the guys I ‘dated’ turned out gay themselves (Irony am I right lol).
Coming Out On Facebook WITH MEMES
I was driving my relatives to Walmart to buy a Magic Bullet
- Me: *driving* I have to tell you guys something. And it’s something very serious.
- Cousin L: What’s going on?
- Cousin W: Okay…
- Cousin K: *quiet* (She already knew)
- Me: I’m gay. I like girls. No, it’s not a phase. I’ve known for years but never accepted it til now.
- Cousin W: WHAT?! ARE YOU SERIOUS. YOU’RE NOT LYING. WHAT. *begins shaking the back of my seat and slapping my arm*
- Me: Ow, ow, yes I’m serious.
- Cousin L: …. I don’t know what to say. Why haven’t you told us sooner?
- Me: Because I was scared. This family is so tradition, racist, and homophobic.
- Cousin W: I have a best friend who is gay. I’m very accepting.
- Cousin L: I’m not homophobic.
- Me: I’m glad…
- Cousin W: Why aren’t you saying something, Cousin K?
- Cousin K: I already knew…
- Cousin W: WHAT. NOW I’M ANGRY CAUSE SHE KNEW FIRST.
- Cousin L: Why did you decide to tell us now?
- Me: I am tired of watching how I speak, being in the closet, and hiding who I am. It’s tiring and I’m trapped. I want to be free.
- Cousin L: If you tell the family, you know what will happen. They will disown you and toss you out as if you were never born. Are you ready for that?
- Me: I don’t know..
- Cousin L: I would wait until you can support yourself 100% and are with someone serious.
- Me: I think that’s what I’ll do.
- [The end]
Coming out and a few words of advice.
Hey there! I’m Ryan and I’m 14. I just recently came to the conclusion and accepted that I am gay. I realized that I have been gay my whole life because I remember never REALLY feeling attracted to girls, and I saw some home videos from when I was younger and just by the way I talked and acted it was obvious I was special! Anyway, to the coming out story. I guess it’s not actually a coming out story because I didn’t actually come out, it’s more of a found out story. So my mom came to pick me up from school a few weeks ago when I stayed after to practice for a concert. (I play the trombone) I got in the car, and as we left the school, she said to me “Weeeee need to talk about something serious.” It was that kind of tone that starts high and just gets lower. You know that really suspicious kind of tone. At this point I was scared. Does she know? Did she find my “magazines?” (Jk about the mags) and then she said “I was trying to set up my email on my phone and yours was up and I saw things from match.com and e-harmony and LGBT.” At this point, I was devastated and my heart sank. I had never felt so low before. I cried the whole way home and didn’t talk about it. I was really sad but also really mad at myself. What had happened was a few months before, I got on my email on her phone and forgot to log off. Then just before “the incident” I had emailed an LGBT help center for guidance on coming out. I had also been so stupid as to go to match.com and whatever…… I was just curious. So it’s all okay now, but I was going to wait till I was 17 to tell her. But know she knows and nobody else, and I plan on coming out when I’m 16 or 17. So, a few words of advice would be, wait until you’re ready, I mean absolutely ready, and start with close friends or cousins or aunts and uncles, and finish with your immediate family. My family, including myself, are all very conservative, but perfectly fine with gay people, accept for my dad. He’s not so okay with gay people I don’t think. He is set on the idea that marriage is a man and woman and people were put on this earth for the purpose of reproduction. But when you come out, people may not be so supportive at first, but they will come around. But usually for the most part, people are okay with it. This is 2013 for crying out loud! And here’s a few more things: you can be a father, and a great one with a partner. To avoid your kids being bullied at school, live in an accepting place like Seattle, San Francisco, Portland, places like that. Also, you are who you are and you need to learn to love yourself. Don’t worry about anything other people think. Here’s a few quotes:
I’m the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to. - Jimi Hendrix
Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.
Peter 4:8 (you can use this one if someone says its a sin to be gay)
And that brings me to this. Being gay is not a sin. I don’t care if you know the bible cover to cover. It’s not a sin. Why would god create something he condemns? He doesn’t condemn gays. And also, I hate the term gays or gay because I feel like I’m being put in a package with a big white label. I prefer the term human. I am human, you are human. We all are human and we all need love. I want someone who is kind, smart, funny, honest, adventurous, sarcastic, outgoing, and extroverted. I can fin a woman like that and a man like that. The only difference is the plumbing. I prefer the plug to the outlet. The p to the v. But so what. We are all people.
That’s all. I love you! I don’t know who you are that’s reading this but I love you and someone out there thinks you’re perfect. You may not feel perfect, and others may point out and only see your flaws, but somebody out there thinks you’re perfect. You’ve just got to find that person. If you want some guidance or have questions just email me. I check my email every day.
Adios Amigos! (I’m not Spanish or Mexican. I’m Irish, German, and Czech. And American haha.)
- Ryan - email@example.com
To start at the beginning…
So, to start at the beginning I will say I’m a 24 year old lesbian. I’m proud of it and not at all ashamed. I will say it took me until I was 23 to accept this about myself and that made my growing up and high school hard. I’m the daughter of a baptist mom and a Persian father. I was never really raised with a religion I kind of made up my own mind about that.
So this isn’t a story about me coming out personally, but in fact someone else I met whose story I just admired so much I felt the need to share it. I’m not going to mention any names obviously, I only met this person once I’m not even sure how he would feel about me telling his story to the world.
But anyways, about a week ago I went for a night out with some friends. The usual place, a heavy metal bar with cheap drink where of course you meet some interesting characters. I met this one guy who looked like the typical skin head, shaved sides with a bit of length in the middle, black jacket with tartan lining, ripped jeans and then what I noticed the most, black boots with white laces. Now for those of you who don’t know, Doc Martens or any other type of boot with white laces is generally the display of a white supremacist or Neo Nazi. I learned this from a friend who made the mistake of wearing red laces on his boots and had gotten chased by a group of them (red means communist). So I cautiously asked him about it. He told me the laces meant three things, white supremacist, neo nazi or retired neo nazi. He then went on to say how he was a retired neo nazi. I told him the story of my friend with the red laces, he gave a smirk and said it was probably him who had done it. Whenever he was in the city, he carried a small knife in his boot and if he saw anyone with red lases he would threaten them, beat them and finally cut off the laces. He then went angrily on about how he HATED communists. This was fair enough, a lot of people do. At the end of his speech I finally asked, “So what stopped you from being a Neo Nazi?” to which he replied, “Well, I got a boyfriend.”
Now to say I had a lot of respect for this guy when he came out is an understatement. That must take some serious courage. It’s one thing to come out, but to previously turn against everything you’ve believed in and admit that to yourself is another. And as I was wandering on facebook I found his profile and had a flick through some of his pictures. Not only has this guy come out, but I saw he now dresses in FULL drag. Make up, hair, the works.
How someone could have that amount of courage I’ll never know. But I think it’s a great story to show that no matter how bad you think the situation is, no matter how worried you are about coming out, you will find yourself, and happiness will find you.
Come out, be proud.
Coming out c:
I came out last week to 2 of my best friends, i dont know why i was scared, considering one is openly bi and the other is bi but not as open. So i had this planned in my head how i hoped it would go, so anyways, i told them there was something i would like to tell them but i dont know how to and im kinda scared to, and i asked them to guess, my one friend asked if i was prego (its an inside joke) and then made a lot of other guesses when one of them said you kissed a girl after i said think random. And im just like ………. And hes like are you bi? And i said yep, they both took it how i thought they would, it went almost exactly how i thought it would, the worst reaction ive gotten yet was my mom, who told me that this is just a phase and not to come out to everyone. To this day, my sister and my dad dont know, much less everyone else. Someday i will. To anyone who is reading this and considering coming out, im here to say the first person is the hardest to tell, and i would advise you to tell someone else who is LGBTQ, very into gay rights, or someone who cares about you a lot who would care regardlessly, my 2 friends who were the first people i told were all 3. Once you do that, telling everyone else gets easier, trust me. You dont have to stay in the closet forever. c:
13 yr olds coming out kamekazi mission (F*CK THE WORLD LETS DO THIS)
Here’s my coming out story.
It all starter on 15 october 2012. About 6 months ago. When I realized I was gay.the last 5 and 1/2 months I’ve been coming to terms with it myself. I spent the last couple weeks planning how to come out. (And generally just flipping out internally with emotional stuff. You guys know I s’pose) anyways at lunch at school one of my friends says “dillon is there something you’d like to tell us”if I say/do something “gay” so I had decided id come out to my bi friend on 15 march. I made him swear to secrecy. To protect myself from all that gossip bullshit I would openly come out on the last day of school since I’m going to a different high school then my classmates. But I’ve decided that if my friend says that tomorrow I’m just going to be like’fuck it here we go’ and say “yes, there is. I’m gay.” Otherwise ill work it in somehow. I’m sick of the goddamn closet. Its dark, crowded, and smells bad.
Good luck to all and hope this helps guys.
came out to my wife yesterday
I was kind of stunned to hear myself speaking the words “I’m gay,” but that’s what was happening. I had wanted to do so before, but I hadn’t been planning it before I said it. And she was completely supportive.
I’m in my late 50s, and we have been married for 23 years (no kids). And last night we just both acknowledged that we have gone through some changes in the past few years. After I stumbled through my little confession, she laughed and I smiled and said “You just came out!” I said, “Yeah, I did, didn’t I.” After a little more discussion, she encouraged me to go out and have relationships with men, if that’s what I wanted. She said I have spent a lot of years at war with myself over this and it’s now time to make peace with myself.
I’m kind of giddy at the moment. I stepped through a doorway and left my old self behind. No more running from this important truth about myself; no more pretending to others.
This feels like the happiest moment in my life.
I’ve been dating my girlfriend for about four months now. We met last year, on the first day of school, when I walked into class late and the only seat open was next to her. In November, we were going trick or treating with a group of our friends (it had been postponed to November because of a hurricane) and the whole night we were kinda hanging off each other, and we ended up ditching our friends at one point to make out in outfield on a baseball field. At the end of the night, she asked me to be her girlfriend and I said hell yeah because i was crushing hard on her for a year now. We don’t really hide our relationship in school, but we never really officially like… came out and said to everyone that we’re a couple. Our close friends knew for sure, we told them. But you know, people at school started figuring it out. If they asked, we told them that we’re dating- and everyone is so supportive. It’s amazing. There have been times where someone asks and I’m scared to tell them that yeah, I’m dating her, because I don’t know what they’re reaction will be but every time, without fail, it’s been positive. Even teachers have been supportive.
My family kinda found out by accident. Today is Valentine’s day and all… and I wasn’t able to sneak the present that she gave me by them when I came home. My sister got a hold of it first, but my mom was the first one to guess who it was from. She said it without even hesitating- and I could just stand there in shock while my sister read out the card she had made me and confirmed my mom’s suspicions. And they’re all cool with it. It’s amazing.
I’m still kind of confused about what I identify as, so when they ask, I just say I found someone I love. I care about this girl- this amazing, beautiful girl- and I get to call her mine and that’s the best feeling in the world.
My friends and I decided to act like 8 year olds and play hide and seek in my friend’s basement. I happened to hide in a supply closet, and I was the last one found, so everyone was there when they found me. On the spot, I decided it would be a great time to come out, so I said I had something to tell them, and then I literally walked out of the closet.
I’ve never really had that moment of coming out, I figured out that I was gay around the age of 10, I freaked out for a few years then, but at about 14 I came to the conclusion that actually, whether the person I eventually fall in love with has a knob or a fanny, it doesn’t really affect anybody but myself and that person, so I decided that I was never going to “come out”… I’m not going to hide my sexuality, if people ask I’ll tell them, but I don’t feel the need to sit anyone anywhere and explain what I do in the bedroom, definitely not to my family! When I meet a guy I’ll introduce him the same as I would if he were a she. My friends all know, I never explained it to them, I was just myself around them and if I saw a fit bloke I’d say, “he’s a fit bloke… I would” they sort of figured out from there. They’re all fine with it, it’s a non-issue, I’ve always been this way so there is nothing new for them to get used to.
My family are a different story, my parents have always said “I blame the parents” when the see gay people, so when they find out, they’ll be shocked I’m sure, I have a lot of female friends, the seem to think I’m some sort of player, I wish! Haha, when they finally realise they’ll probably be all “where did we go wrong” or “we never raised him this way” then I’ll be all “I blame the parents… oh wait, that’s you! Yes, this is all your fault, you can’t complain when you made me this way” they’ll cry, I’ll laugh. It will be a glorious day.
I’m 23 now, being in the mindset that actually, my sexuality is of no business to anyone else has served me quite well. I’m happy with who I am, self acceptance is the most important thing in your life, and if people don’t like you for it, fuck them, it’s their loss, because there are better friends out there, just waiting to love you for you