Story #424

When I came out to my best friend, he could tell I was struggling with something and that I wanted to tell him something. So he just asked, “…are you gay?” After a long pause I replied yep. He was extremely supportive even though he is very religious. Couldn’t have gone better. Now I just have to come out to my family!

Story #423

When I came out to my brother as gay, he was disappointed, not by the fact that I’m gay – he was really supportive about my sexuality – he was really sad because I’m not the kind of gay who knows about fashion and all that stuff. So the next hours we were talking about stereotypes and he really understands that there are many types of gay. Now we are much closer than ever.

Story #422

When I came out I told my friend everything – not just about being lesbian but about my whole life. He’s gay so he understands and I am so relieved. But I don’t know what to do next.

Story #421

When I came out as gay, I texted my parents and they immediately came home. To my surprise they gave me hugs and were really supportive. My friends were also very very accepting except for one or two who no longer talk to me. I guess these 12 years of hiding were just wasted time.

Story #420

When I came out to my best friend, it was in art class. I said, I bet you can’t guess who I like. And she said every boy in the grade, and I went, It’s a girl. She thought I was kidding until I texted her I really was a lesbian. She was very supportive. I will eventually tell my parents. Wish me luck.

Story #418

When I came out to my mom, I thought she would hate me and kick me out because of my Christian upbringing. She was actually very supportive. She just wants me to be HAPPY.

Story #417

When I came out, my dad sent me a text message to say he still loved me with a loveheart at the end for the first time ever, and my mum rang her best friend straight away to say “Hey! Guess what!”

I guess I wasted two years preparing for it!

Story #415

When I came out to my brother, he was so supportive. I remember having this terrible nauseous feeling in my stomach before I told him. He admitted he wasn’t shocked, and subsequently he offered me a cup of coffee and said, “Let’s have a celebratory coffee!” That was the most overwhelming feeling of support from him. I now have the rest of my siblings and my mother to tell — wish me luck!