When I Came Out

When I came out, it was during my Junior year musical… last year, in fact. I made comments to people of the cast here and there when it came up in conversation. And as I’d hoped, word spread; then during a casual cast dinner at Steak ‘n’ Shake, I was asked a few questions. It came up that I’d never kissed a girl before, so the chick sitting right next to me just grabbed my head, and planted one right on my mouth. To this day I still don’t know her name.

When I came out, it was to the girl I was in love with. She told everyone I knew about it. When they started attacking me, she told them that she loved me.

When I came out, it was to my mum yesterday. I told her the reason why I was always devastated after a fight with my best friend was because I’m in love with her. She said she already knew and she’s completely okay with it, as long as I’m happy with who I’m with. I’m so relieved that everything worked out just fine!

When I came out, my mom said it was a phase. Ever since she has been mad at me for bringing up any LGBTQIA+ issues. *sigh*

When I came out ten years ago, my dad said I was a disgrace and I would ruin his reputation. When I came out two days ago, I asked if he would still love me. His response: “Absolutely.” It gets better.

When I came out, my dad sat there for a few minutes, chuckled a little bit, then was overjoyed by the fact that I wasn’t going to bring a girl home pregnant.

When I came out as gay I first told my best friend, I was nervous as hell but I eventually said, “Hey btw I’m gay”. He and I both burst into tears and he was totally accepting of it too. I eventually told more of my close friends. I dont think I could ever tell my parents though.

When I came out as pansexual, my friend simply said, “I’m so proud of you, well done!” And then showed me her top 10 list of hottest guys.

When I came out… I cried harder than I’ve ever cried before because I live in a country where I cannot have the big white wedding I dreamed of as a little girl.

When I came out, it was in Facebook. I posted something about my dad accepting that I’m not straight and inserted “lesbian” along the words. I am happy now, happier and more liberated, though I still feel scared and anxious about what people think of me. They might be confused because I used to fangirl (a lot) though it was because I was in the state of denial. I’m over it.