When I came out I was an emotional wreck. I told my brother first and he asked if I like the guy I always talked about. I was in tears telling my parents, fearing they would kick me out, and they told me I would always be their son.
When I came out to my parents in 2012 I was so nervous. I knew that my parents loved me, but being bisexual was not something my parents knew much about. But when I told them all they did was shrug and said, “Okay cool, how was the rest of your day?” and although it wasn’t much, it made me feel so much more comfortable because nothing had changed. They still love me unconditionally even if I like men and women and that is true love. I am so thankful.
When I came out, it was backstage of my class fundraiser. I was Dorothy and I had just finished performing for our 4D theater. I told my 3 best friends that I was bi and two of them came out to me at the same time. My other best friend turned out to be a lesbian. I still haven’t told my parents because I want it to be special and I want them to remember it. I’m glad all my friends were supportive!
When I came out I had told my grandparents first, then the rest of my family. I told them via Facebook and the response was overwhelming… almost every one said they already knew… So I was like, well damn… wish I would have known that.
When I came out as bi, it was yesterday, to two of my closest friends during truth or dare. It was such a non-event, and both of them said that they also thought they were bi. Today, I posted the story on my Instagram fan account that one of my real-life friends follows. She commented “proud of you”. I’m so happy, even though I knew that none of them would judge me for it.
When I came out I asked my parents if they would still love me when I’d marry a woman, and they said, “Of course, why shouldn’t we?” and I’m super relieved and proud.
When I came out, I told my friend I had something to tell her and that she might think differently of me after. “I’m pregnant,” I said, “and your boyfriend’s the father.” She looked slightly concerned – “What? Really?” “No,” I said, “that would never happen. I’m a lesbian.” She looked hugely relieved, and we joke about it all the time now.
When I came out I’d had a few drinks. I had watched a movie with my family about a transgender person and we were arguing whether the protagonist was more attractive as a boy or girl. I used my bisexuality as evidence that I should be an authority on the subject, and yet the conversation didn’t move to my sexuality but stayed on topic, as it should in an ideal society.
When I came out as bi, I texted my friend. She told me she supported me and that I was still the same girl. Today, I came out to my class with a huge note on the board saying “Dear classmates, I’M BI!” They didn’t really care, or seem to understand what it meant. Now to tell my parents…
When I came out, I wrote a poem. I gave it to my best friend, and she read it. It was all about how terrible it is to be in the closet. The last lines were, “This is not a poem, this is a true story of someone very lonesome that doesn’t belong in a category. So I am pansexual, and a little genderfluid. This was eventful, I hope our friendship isn’t wounded.” She looked at me and said, “You’re right, our friendship isn’t wounded. It’s only grown.” I love the support that she gives me, and she keeps me going.