When I Came Out

When I came out to my best friend, it took 3 tries over about 6 months. The first time was when I thought I was bisexual (because I refused to believe that I was actually gay). We were walking through a park and I wrote the whole message down on my phone, planning to show her, but I didn’t. Then I messaged her saying I’m bisexual but the message wouldn’t go through for some reason. Finally I told her I was gay and she was cool with it and actually helped me come out to someone else the same night!

When I came out to my best friend last December I told her I was bi and 2 weeks later told her I was actually gay. My parents are ok with it and love me. Most of my friends accepted me and other than a few “no homo”s and “don’t act gay” I’ve been accepted.

When I came out as a lesbian to my family and friends I was so terrified. I thought that everyone would hate me, but not one single person was against it. Every one of them was so supportive and still is today.

When I came out as bisexual it was to my bisexual friend. She said she still loved me. We’ve been dating ever since.

When I came out, it was to my mum. We were having a fight because I was telling my friends about what’s going on with me more than my own parents (I came out to my friends before my mum). I screamed at her, saying, “Fine, I’m bisexual,” then started crying. She accepted me. Turns out that same year my older brother came out as gay.

When I came out to my close friends, they were really supportive despite my inner doubts. They gave me courage to come out to my mom who told me I was brave and that she loved me. I still have not come out to my dad, but plan to someday soon. It feels good living as an “out” lesbian rather than hiding who I really am.

When I came out, yesterday, I was beat up and written on by some junior guys. I am a sophomore, and a lesbian. I live in one of the most bigoted states in the country.

When I came out I was 14. Only my closest friends knew. But then word went around school, but people were really accepting and just happy. As of right now I’m taking it slow with my girlfriend and I’m proud to be who I am.

When I came out as bisexual, I raced home to my husband and said, “I finally figured it out: I’m bisexual.” He replied, “That sounds about right as I know you.” And that was that. I felt whole and centered in a way that had escaped me all my life. He felt special because I chose him to love out of all possible people on the face of the earth, not just half.

When I came out, it was seven years ago, and it was to the one person I loved most of all. She was very much like a mother to me, and I didn’t know what she would think when I told her I was bisexual. But she was cool about it, and I couldn’t have been more happier to know that I was accepted by at least one person. Since then more people know about me, and I’m fine with that so long as they don’t give me any hassle. After all, I didn’t choose to be who I am.