When I came out to my father in 1998, he repeated “well, it is the 90s” about a half a dozen times. After about the 6th time of repeating the phrase, I said, “Dad, you know it’s the 1990s, not the Gay 1890s…” He smiled and we both laughed.

February 6th, 2012  

When I came out to my godmother/aunt she said, “God doesn’t approve but I still love you.” I understand that she’s trying to cope with it, being from a different culture. On Thanksgiving she said she was proud of who I am.

February 6th, 2012  

When I came out I told everyone they could call me fag or queer because it was the truth. Jock asked if he could call me a**-jockey and I told him he could call me AJ for short. Never caught hell for it in a 2,000+ population school.

February 6th, 2012  

When I came out to my mom, I told her I had fallen in love at camp. I told her it was a boy and that I was gay. Her response: “I’m not stupid!”

February 6th, 2012  

I came out to my best friend of 24 years, only for him to tell me he is gay. We were both surprised we never realized we were both LGBT. We then found it odd that the two only known LGBT in our original class of about 60 kids became best friends that early in life. We met in kindergarten and have been best friends since.

February 6th, 2012  

When I came out to my brother, his reply was “I’m a lesbian too”! I love him!!

February 6th, 2012  

When I came out, I told my best friend I was bisexual. He smiled and said, “That’s fine.” Now he tells me he had known for years I am gay!

February 6th, 2012  

When I came out to my high school about having gay parents, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Not only did I get a lot of compliments on my column, I didn’t get a single negative comment. Everything went better than expected.

February 6th, 2012  

When I came out I realized how supportive a family can truly be. They have stood by me my entire life, but I must admit I was scared that would change. I have an amazing support system in my family and friends.

February 6th, 2012  

When I came out to my mother, I called her and said, “Mom, I have something to tell you,” and I started to cry. She said, “Oh my God, what’s wrong?” “Mom, I’m gay.” She paused and said, “You interrupted me scrubbing toilets for this? What do you want, a button? You are my son and a gift no matter what.”

February 6th, 2012