When I came out, my brother wanted to know what we’d do if we ever both liked the same girl.

February 10th, 2012  
 
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When I came out as a male to female transsexual to my father, it was in an email around Christmas time, about three years after I moved very far away from my home state where they lived. I got a response from him a few days later, saying that I was mistaken and misguided, but that also he had been looking at post-op SRS before and after pictures, and in his opinion they didn’t look anything like vaginas he’s ever seen. All I could say was “Please, Dad, PLEASE tell me you weren’t just thinking about what my post-op vagina was going to look like.”

February 10th, 2012  
 
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When I came out in 1983, I was a scared closeted late teen. Literally within weeks, I was politically active. I kicked down that closet door.

February 10th, 2012  
 
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When I came out, I came out with a vengeance. I had already messed around with guys since I was 8, but didn’t actually step fully out of the closet until I was 23 when I went to my first gay bar. For the first time, I was surrounded by my peeps. Liberation ensued. Been with my man now for 24 years.

February 10th, 2012  
 
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When I came out to my mother, she cried for an hour, then served wine at dinner for the first time ever. It took her one month of her own soul searching, and now she’s fully supportive of my partner and me.

February 10th, 2012  
 
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When I came out I had a wife and two young children. Divorce and some rough times followed, but nothing compares to being honest with yourself and those around you. It got better fairly quickly, and now, 16 years later, things are still great.

February 10th, 2012  
 
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When I came out, it was the mid ’80s and I was watching men having to tell their parents that A. they were gay and B. they had this horrible disease that will probably kill them all in the same breath. I wasn’t ready to be totally out, so I wrote them a letter saying that I was gay and healthy and just wanted them to know. They never spoke of it for oh, maybe 5 or 6 years. But they always knew. And although not always cool about it, they didn’t ostracize me for it.

February 10th, 2012  
 
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When I came out, I wrote a letter and left it on my parents’ kitchen counter. It said that I was gay and that if they couldn’t accept me for who I was, I could not be a part of their lives. I went for a drive for four hours and when I returned, I called them. They were completely loving and supportive. I was 25.

February 9th, 2012  
 
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When I came out, my father doubled over in complete and utter disbelief and shock. My mother started weeping, convinced I had written my ticket to a life of AIDS. My friends said that they would still love me no matter what. Months of agonizing discussion and painful testimony passed. My parents just met my new boyfriend and love him more than me! 🙂

February 9th, 2012  
 
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When I came out, my parents were disgusted and told me I ruined their chance at a normal life. They forced me into a verbal corner until I told them it was a phase. They still think it was.

February 9th, 2012  
 
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