When I Came Out

When I came out, my father said, “I love you very much, you’re my son.” Now, he calls my partner his son, too.

When I came out, my older sister used it as a platform to tell our parents about her cocaine addiction.

When I came out to my best friend, he was nothing short of supportive. He told me I was making much more of a deal out of it than it was and that, at the end of the day, we were still bros.

When I came out, it was the only time in my life I actually saw my father cry.

When I came out, my dad tried to hook me up with the gay community by identifying the only two gay people he’s ever met!

When I came out, I ended up being disowned by half of my family, but I stayed strong, and after two years, I am now helping others in my situation.

When I came out to my best friend, she told me she was fine with it. A week later, she just stopped talking to me.

When I came out, my parents implied that the only reason I was asexual was to “fit in” with people who thought it was “cool” to not be straight. I hope they’ll see sense one day.

When I came out… I didn’t come out. I was outed by my high school vice-principal, first to my mom, then to the entire student body.

When I came out, I posted a big post on facebook saying how I was still the same guy everyone knows, just that I like guys. Then I waited and saw the “likes” and support comments pour in. It didn’t hit me until my mother texted me “I love you” how free I am.