When I Came Out

When I came out, I told my wife that I had fallen in love with a man, and she said that she and I would have to get divorced, not because she was angry but because I deserved to be able to marry someone that I could fully love. I used to feel awkward, coming out as having married a woman, but wife and I are closer than ever, co-parenting two children, and often talk about the men we’re dating.

When I came out I took the opportunity to also come out as an atheist. My religious parents are finally fine with the gay part… still working on the god part.

When I came out, my father told me I was disowned. I told him to get over it. He did.

When I came out, my best friend thought I was lying! She said, “That’s not funny, some people are gay and you shouldn’t make fun of them.” I responded, “I’m serious!” …and it took a half hour of convincing before she believed me!

When I came out as a transman it was after Mom had tried to send me home with things I had decried as “too girly for me.” When she sarcastically asked when I was going to have gender reassignment surgery she didn’t expect my response to be, “Well, actually…” but she rolled with it. My father’s response was to exclaim that we were definitely not a boring family. My brother told me he was okay with it as long as I didn’t get a penis that was bigger than his.

When I came out I discovered that the closet is a prison of my own making.

When I came out as a transman, my friend looked me up and down and said, “Well, now you make sense!”

When I came out, one of my friends thought I was conducting some kind of psychological experiment on him.

When I came out, my wife asked me to leave the house and my two kids. I took a suitcase, a chair (?), and my car. Worst experience ever.

When I came out, I told my mom and dad. My father was suffering from terminal cancer. His reaction was “I have never been more proud of you.” After my father passed away we found out he was also gay.