When I Came Out

When I came out a couple of days ago as a lesbian, my two sisters who I shared a room with won’t sleep in the same room now. Apparently they think they’ll “catch the gay”.

When I came out, it was to my mom. She is my best friend and I just bawled before I even said anything to her. She looked at me and said, “Is it what I think it is?” and I just nodded yes. She then started to cry because she was happy I told her and she said she didn’t care as long as I was happy. And eventually I came out to my entire family.

When I came out as lesbian, my mom accepted me instantly and my dad got really quiet. I got scared and started to cry. He then chuckled and said, “I get it. I like girls too.”

When I came out as bisexual to my best friends, we were at a sleepover. One of them asked if there were any boys at our school that I liked and I said, “Do they have to be a boy?” And she was like, “Wait, are you bi or something?” so I said yeah and they all burst out laughing because they had no idea, but in all they were pretty chill about it.

When I came out for the first time to my best friend, I couldn’t even say it out loud. I ended up writing a poem trying to explain the chaos inside. I ended the poem with, “I’m bending and you’re straight.” That friend looked me in the eye and told me that she knew. “Your closet had a light on, sweetheart.”

When I came out I was drunk. At a party. Just finished making out with a horrible guy and was on my way to his car to have sex. I stopped, got into another car, cried my eyes out to the girl who was in there and told her I was gay and trying to change by having sex with that guy. I’m still not out to everyone, but that girl and I are friends now.

When I came out, I lied. I told my mother I was bi because I couldn’t bear to break it to her that I wouldn’t have the husband and kids she wants me to have. I couldn’t disappoint her more. I still haven’t told her the truth.

When I came out, I was 17 and it was to my mom. I told her I was bisexual and she told me she thought I was lesbian. Since I was a bit young when I found out (13), I thought, “If I like girls then I must be a boy” and dressed like one for a long time even though I knew I loved those heels my sister had. After learning about the whole LGBT thing and meeting more people, I realized I was bi and didn’t have to be butch at all. For the most part, I think my mom was just glad I trashed all those baggy shirts and cargo shorts.

When I came out, it was to my closest friends. They just laughed and said they all knew already, but they were glad I’d told them.

When I came out to my mom, I wrote a letter for her to read. She read it and showed it to my conservative dad too (who had already guessed I was gay and was okay with it), and said they would accept me no matter what, but they’re still somewhat touchy and avoidant about the subject ever since then. I’m just glad I don’t have to hide anymore.