Story #83

When I came out to my mom at 15, she said I was obviously molested as a boy, and that I’d die of AIDS. She sent me to a Christian therapist. We didn’t speak for years. Fast forward 14 years, my mom is one of my biggest supporters, and my partner and I spent Christmas this year with our entire family. Give people time; love conquers all.

Story #82

When I came out to my mom she said that she had known since I was five years old and had asked her to teach me how to crochet. We got along great after that. She told me that I was like the daughter she never had. My sisters did not appreciate this.

Story #80

When I came out, I was suddenly lifted out of a long depression. For weeks after, I was sure people could tell I was gay just by looking at me. And I didn’t care.

Story #79

When I came out to my friend, with whom I’d gone to a parochial high school, she said, “Don’t do what every Catholic gay boy does and become a priest!”

Story #77

When I came out to my former college roommate at 25, he asked, “Why did you have a picture of Tyra Banks on the wall then?” “Camouflage.” My sister said, “I thought you were just a loser with women, but now it makes sense.” Mom knew when I was a boy and both parents discussed it behind closed doors for years!

Story #75

When I came out to my best friends, they smiled and loved me. When I came out to my parents, they said when you meet him bring him home. When I came out, I was free.

Story #76

When I came out, at age 14, declaring that I was not interested in any relationship with anyone, all the adults smiled and said: “You’ll find your special someone.” Today, 18 years later, they fall silent when I tell them I’m not interested in a special someone. Find your own way, and stay true to it!