When I Came Out

When I came out, I had a super bad hangover and the guy I liked took care of me that morning. He told me I looked cute when I’m tired, so I told him he looked cute all the time and now we’re together.

When I came out I told the guy I was into that I liked him that way. He got pretty angry at me and didn’t speak to me for a while until today. He called me and told me that he secretly liked me too and didn’t know how to tell me before. I don’t know if I can tell my parents just yet but I’m going to tell me mates about my… first boyfriend.

When I came out it was first to a lesbian friend I had, who was really supportive. I wanted to come out more, and to someone my own sex, so two nights ago I came out to my best friend. He was super cool with it and I never expected it. Now to tell the rest of the world.

When I came out, everyone was accepting. All my friends and family were fine with it. Now, after a few months have passed, nothing has changed in my life; I am still miserable and alone.

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.