When I Came Out

When I came out, my mom said she always knew I was gay since I was a tomboy to the max growing up. She never once turned her back on me; she loves me for who I am. Since the day I came out I never looked back, and now seven years later, I’m so happy and in love with my fiancée.

When I came out, my parents found out my “friend” who was visiting from out of town was sleeping in the same bed as myself. My dad texted me later that day saying, “I hope he understands the rule, we don’t care who you bring home, but they sleep in the guest room until we get to know them.” That was all that needed to be said.

When I came out today, my mom screamed at me, told my dad, and he told me that every family has a freak. They both hate me at the moment. It’s impossible to be Haitian and a bisexual girl at 15 🙁

When I came out to one of my best friends, I asked him to sit in my room and read a notepad document (which had a letter for him) on my desktop. I stood silently outside the door. He came and the words he said, I will remember my whole life: “It doesn’t matter, once you are my friend it isn’t easy to get off.” And he still reminds me of those words when I need assurances.

When I came out at the age of 26, my parents could not have been more supportive. … My one piece of advice to those who are scared to come out: People that have made fun of those that are gay may turn out to be the biggest supporters. Something changes when it hits close to home. I grew up in a house where my dad regularly made fun of what he would call “fags” (hate that word!) and since my coming out, has been a totally different person. He wants a HRC ring and tells all his friends how proud he is of his lesbian daughter.

When I came out to my mother, we had been in her car discussing other topics. She was speechless at first, then she told me that AIDS is everywhere and that she would never accept a boyfriend. We have not spoken about it much since then.

When I came out to my best friend (and secret crush) she just said, “Oh, okay. I know two girls at my school who are bi too.” and went back to playing Left 4 Dead. And when I came out to my brother, he thought I was a lesbian and thought it was really cool to have a lesbian little sis. I love my brother!

When I came out, I was exceptionally lucky – I think I only lost one mate, who just drifted away. Even my grandparents don’t care. The best reaction was from a cousin who apologised for assuming I was straight.

When I came out, my mom called me a dumb b*tch and kicked me out of the house. I finally am now back. I’m only 14, I’m a lesbian, and proud. Nobody will change that (:

When I came out on a Wednesday, I packed my stuff on a Thursday and moved out on a Friday. Living with my boyfriend is so much better than living with my parents. A few weeks later when I came out on Facebook my grandmother told me God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve. She was serious. I told her then that I don’t believe in God.