When I came out that was the greatest feeling I have ever felt; I felt like I was finally out to who I am. I am studying in a convent. One of my besties is the sports head (V) of our school and the other one is the deputy head prefect (M). Suddenly it got revealed that our tycondo coach and one of our younger grade sisters are in a romantic relationship. M acted so homophobic and V was cool with it, and I came out to V and when I said it she told me that she was also lesbian. And she said she will be there for me no matter what it is. So I was relieved… (F/17/Lesbian)
Story #1999
When I came out to my friends it wasn’t super high stakes because like half of my lunch table is LGBTQIA+ and the rest either don’t really care about sexualities or are super supportive. I had already been questioning if I was bi but nope I’m a lesbian!! My ace friend is getting me a flag on amazon cuz I obviously can’t ask my parents for it yet cuz I’m not out to them. I’m hoping once the flag comes I can be a dramatic girl and come out of the closet (literally) wearing my pride flag when my parents get home! (F/13/Lesbian)
Story #1998
When I came out as lesbian to my mom, she was very accepting of my identity and shared this information with some of my family. When I answered a call from my sister (who’s bisexual) later that month, she greeted me with “Congratulations on coming ooouuut!” I was fine with my mom telling people about my sexual orientation, but the one person I did not want finding out was my dad, since he was a little homophobic. When my mom told him, I was panicking really hard and frankly even a little angry with her, but then she told me that he went to a Pride Parade after learning I was gay just so he could understand and support the LGBT+ a little better. My dad has some homophobic views, yes, but his love for his daughter won out over that, and I was incredibly happy to hear that. I have not come out to everyone I know yet, but I’ll know when the time is right. (F/Lesbian)
Story #1991
When I came out, or rather was outed, I was 19 and having the time of my life with my first girlfriend in Miami. I was in college at the time and basically skipped town to spend time with her, and I tweeted how happy I was with my girlfriend and sharing moments of our time together. My mom (who lived in California at the time) logged into my account and saw everything — a complete invasion of my privacy, violation of boundaries and trust. My family is super homophobic so of course I never told them about the happiness and love I’d found. She called me to tell me she knew where I was at, who I was with, and informed me she knew about my sexuality. The fact that she took that opportunity from me and contributed to years of shame and guilt was unforgivable tbh. Eight years have passed and I haven’t been in a relationship since. Finally at a point in my life where I couldn’t give a single solitary f*ck and will love and be with who I choose no matter who likes it. Not compromising my happiness and emotional / mental health for anybody any longer. (GNC/27/Lesbian)
Story #1990
When I came out I was 27 and in an online long-distance relationship with a man whom I was about to meet for the first time in two years (no video chat back then). Feeling confused and trapped at the thought of an IRL interaction, I first told my counselor (who is lesbian) hoping she would help me figure out what was wrong with me but surprisingly, she mocked me. So, upon the return of a blunderingly exhausting trip of avoiding his advances in every way and once again being able to hide behind the safety of my computer monitor, I ungracefully told him that I was attracted to a whole list of actresses and cowardly asked if he understood what that meant. Obviously he got very angry, told me I was wasting his time, that the last two years had meant nothing, and that I was not trying hard enough to love him. We never spoke again but I hope he found real love and is happy. (F/50/Lesbian)
Story #1983
When I came out I was about 11, but you know hormones, and my mom didn’t believe me and said it was a phase. Well, I have a girlfriend now (I’m 17) and we kept this in secret but yeah, they know about it. I came out again as lesbian two weeks ago and they said they love me no matter what, and hope that people are going to treat me right. (F/17/Lesbian)
Story #1972
When I came out it was to my mom. We were sitting in the car and I was thinking of just telling my mom I was lesbian until my best friend texted me and said if I came out that she would have my back one thousand percent so I said f**ck it and I told my mom. I was sooooo scared though although I felt a relief of weight and pressure off my shoulders of holding that in for months. After I told her she just sat there in silence and just asked when and why I felt this way, and I told her I knew I was lesbian around the age of 13 and I found out when I was playing the game bottle spin at a party and I had to kiss a girl although I never was really that in to boys, nor was I boy crazy like my other friends were. I still have to come out to my dad and the rest of my family and friends although I will eventually. (F/Lesbian)
Story #1971
When I came out to my aunt, it was after dinner at Thanksgiving. I followed her out to her car and I told her, “I need to tell you something.” She said, “Ok, what is it?” I said that I was gay, but she didn’t hear me, so she asked me to repeat it. After that I said, “I’m gay!” then burst into tears. She told me that she accepted me and still saw me as family, which I was glad to hear. That Christmas, she gave me a hairband lollipop that was rainbow colored. I am so thankful to have a family member who accepts me for who I am after my parents rejected my identity. (F/15/Lesbian)
Story #1969
When I came out as transgender, my mother was so accepting. My dad isn’t so much, but my mum and I are moving out soon anyway, so it’ll be great; it already is. I was so so scared of saying it, so I wrote it on a letter and drew a tiny 🏳️🌈 to show MY
GAYNESS! 😂 (F/17/Lesbian)
Story #1967
When I came out I walked up to my parents and was like, “I’m a girl.” They weren’t the most supportive (read: super transphobic), but my cousins and sister made up for it by using my preferred pronouns. As soon as I told them, it felt like a weight that had been on my chest after I had come out to my parents had been lifted off, and I hope to be openly transgender soon. (F/12/Lesbian)