When I Came Out

When I came out I was scared, and yeah I got yelled at that it was a phase, that I was too young to have a sexual attraction (14). But the family and friends who supported me and joked that they knew all along, they made it all worthwhile. I’m now a completely open lesbian and happily enjoying LOVE.

When I came out to my brother I simply said, “It’s true”. Because there had been awful rumours in our school that a girl and I were dating (which were true, though) and he told me about them; he wanted me to know what they said. So after an hour of sobbing, I knocked on his door and said, “It’s true” and he said, “Okay”. I came out to my closest friend yesterday after hours of chatting in the night. I knew she wouldn’t judge me.

When I came out my mom said she already knew and I felt relief for the first time. Even my Christian friends still accept me for me; they said it’s fine as long as I don’t hit on them lol.

When I came out 2 days ago, I never heard as many bad things from my parents than what I heard. They called me a freak, that I have HIV, that they’d rather me be miserable and fight this the rest of my life, and that they wish that they were dead instead of having to know this about me. I pray one day, after these tears are gone, they will love me just for being their son, but I have very little hope that will ever happen. I have never been so sad in my life.

When I came out, it was awesome. I went to Walmart with my friends and brought a huge backpack. I asked them to wait in the aisle at the back, look around and stuff while I did something. I took out a rainbow flag I bought earlier and asked a random woman to push me while I sat in a shopping cart. I yelled, “I’m gay” while charging at the sandbags in the back (boxing) aisle. I felt loved and everyone applauded.

When I came out, I passed a note to my male friend. It read, “You like a girl named Katie? Me too. Different Katie, though.” He laughed and from then on, I knew it was safe to talk to him about girls.

When I came out in August as a gay boy my mom thought at first that I was joking but then she hugged me and we went to tell my dad, who said that it was great. Now let’s come out to the rest of the world.

When I came out I was 13. I never liked a boy and felt what girls my age felt for boys towards other girls. I made a powerpoint for my mom about me being a lesbian and answers to any questions she might have. I texted her before school that I made her a powerpoint for her on my iPad. She read it while I was in school. Afterwards we talked; she accepted and let me go butch.

When I came out, it was almost to my closest guy friend. He said he had something to tell me so I thought I might as well hit two birds with one stone. He looks me dead in the eye and says, “I love you”. I proceeded to stand up, leave the room, and go buy ice cream, instead coming out to the parlor boy.

When I came out just now to my mother, I had to write it down as if sending a letter. She’s the only person I’ve told. She’ll never read the letter; she passed away ten years ago. But even the thought of her acceptance makes me stronger.