When I Came Out

When I came out, one of my friends apologized to me. He said that, in hindsight, he probably hadn’t made it easy for me to come out. I’d been so sure he’d take it badly that I nearly burst into tears right there.

When I came out today as bisexual, I turned to my mom and said, “I’m bi.” She first asked me if I was joking. I told her I wasn’t, and she said, “That’s okay. I’m bi, too.”

When I came out, it was to my closest friends and my moms. When I told my friends they were like, “well, I could’ve guessed.” And my moms were like, “yeah, cool,” and “I knew you were a little queer when I met you.” I’m still laughing to this day.

When I came out to my mom I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. Once I told her I calmed down, but she wasn’t supportive at all. She cried and said she didn’t understand how I could like women. I’m sad but I feel free and can’t wait to start a life out of my parents’ house. I am never going to let anyone put me down for being bisexual.

When I came out my friends were shocked. I am a soldier with over ten tours overseas, with over half being in war zones. I am what most would consider a man’s man but gay I am and coming out.

When I came out to my closest group of friends, I kinda just said, “I’m gay.” They said, “Cool, same!” Turns out two of my friends are bisexual and another is gay, while the other two are straight. The gay friend and I are currently dating.

When I came out, it was mainly through social media for the past year or so, by “liking” gay sites or retweeting gay-themed tweets, and making it obvious in Facebook, Google+ profiles. It’s worked out quite well.

When I came out to my best friend, who is eight years older than me and the opposite sex, he asked me if I had just realized it or if I had known for a while. When I told him the latter, he just replied, “So then are you going to celebrate by banging SOME CHICKS?!” Honestly his humour was exactly what I needed.

When I came out seven months ago, I talked and talked, while my dad, pale in the face, stared through me. He hugged me afterwards, and told me he loved me, but after seven months now, it hurts to see the fear and ignoring-of-the-truth that still lingers in his eyes.

When I came out to my first relative as bi, it was my grandmother over the phone. She was very patient and listened to everything I had to say. Then she told me it was a sin, God wouldn’t create someone like that, I need to do more soul searching. But she said she still loves me. She was quick to hang up, but it was better than I expected at least.