Anyone got a coming out story?
If anyone has a coming out story, we want to hear it..

Mine...
Quite simple really.. I wanted to go into town and visit a gay bar, with my then future boyfriend. So being 15 and stupid, i made up a hugeeeee cover up story involving Jonny and a friend he wanted me to meet. lol - yeah right!

..Surprisingly she didn't believe me and i ended up telling her that I was gay after much questioning about this friend of a friend.

She cried
But anyway, she insisted to tell Dad ASAP which was nice of her, so at the dinner table the very same day (note: i didn't get to the gay bar) she told him. He was amazing and so supportive!!
Mum was awkward for a while.

And that was that really, and now we live with the "understanding" that i don't go to any gay places. Both parties know of course that this is entierly un-true (especially me).

Anyway what is your story?

This is taken from my journal, you can kind of make the story from this entry:

Anyways...last night I left the letter for my parents to find in their room. My mum sat and read it and then went down to my dad and i just layed in my room scared crying and then after 15 mins they came and hugged me and reassured me and we spoke for like 2 hours more or less..everythings fine they love me all the same and support me even more then before! They were a little upset, but thats expected but I can't believe how nice about it and the wonderful things they said. Like, they want me to feel able to speak my mind and bring people home and not feel afraid too, they'd rather meet who I'm with then worry whom I'm mixing with. I could write loads on this but I cant im like all excited/coming down from nerves etc. So basically it's all really good, its gonna take a while to settle before it all sinks in. But I'm incredibly happy that 'weight' has been lifted and I can be myself.

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Mines the usual story you tell one person, they tell everyone for you. But some of my friends were really open-minded and supportive, others not so. They're not really friends anymore.

Telling my parents was alot different. I came home from school one day and basically cracked over the most stupid thing. My parents offered to send me to a therapist for all the stuff I was going through. And then they just said they didnt care that I was gay. I was they're son and that they kinda knew for ages. That was such a relief

God. I jus typed all of mine and then it disappeared. Dammit. I dont really have a full story, really a half one. My sister asked me sumtime in july out of the blue, she was like,' Are you gay?' I said yes as fast as possible and she was like,' Kool. I was worried cos if u were(are) then you wouldn't have ne1 2 talk to it about'. So I went from there told 2 of my best friends and they, again were very supportive, asking loadsa questions. Then a mere 2 days ago on Fri nite I told another friend and she was happy and said, 'I don't mean this to sound horrible but I dont care, it's not an issue with me'. And here I am. The dreaded parental confession lies ahead of me and I'm so nervous. What I'm supposed to do or say i have no clue, my sister jus says tell them when you're ready. Which is about as much help as broken hair straighteners. But they must have some idea, well they havent asked yet. Note 'yet'...

Don't know why this posted 2wice. Oh well... Here's a picture of my eye...

Yup, I'm wearing coloured contacts. Why? Sheer vanity.

Yay!! Okay...OFFICIALLY out. Parentals, siblings, friends...my cats It's all...gravy... whatever that means. Phew, and what a goddam relief?! I don't what the whole build-up's been about, the parentals are great with everything; Dad almost started to cry, Mum kept saying, "Your still my son!! That's all that matters!" - I swear 'bawl-your-eyes-out' worthy! lol

Oh I'm so....like happy! *calms down* I feel lucky that I've had it good and I encourage everyone else. I know it seems like you're just hanging on for the right time but...I've just asked myself tonight, 'Will there ever be a 'right' time? Now was better than never. Go with your heart and trust your instincts, whatever kind of mixed up crap they're telling you

Hey guys, i posted a while ago with the subject "part coming out / part panic". I wanted to say that i finally was able to come out to the cousin i mentioned in that post. She took it so well. I am so proud to call her my best friend in the world!!! In my panic during the days leading up to telling her, i told my sister because she knew something big was up with me. She was very uncomfortable about it, but she took it alot better than I thought she would. Strangely, my republican-central cousin took it alot better than my own sister did. W/e.

So here's how it went down with my cousin:
I had been struggling with the decision to tell her for weeks because i assumed that things were going so badly for me all around and nothing else could possibly make me feel worse. I had nothing to lose so i started asking her "cat-on-the-roof" type questions online like "what do you think about gay people / gay marriage" and "do you know any gay people" and things like that. She responded rather well so I decided to say I had something big to tell her, but it had to be that weekend in person. So she came to my house and we were sitting together, alone, watching cartoons in the study. I told her I'd been thinking for hours how to start the convo, so she said just go ahead. I said something like "well, you know how there are straight people, and gay people...well..im not the straightest person out there, but i dont just like girls". I went on to explain that i was bi and she was very concerned that i looked like i was going to cry. I told her i was just scared but I was ok now that i knew she was ok with it. Because, truthfuly, if no one else accepted this about me but her, it would be ok by me as long as i have kirstie. all she said was "you know what this means, right?" and i was like "what?" so she smiles and says "well just have to go to college in Mass. now!" and we laughed and laughed and had a great time as usual!

well.....glad to hear all the disney stories but mines more like a paperback novel by tim eggeryton

well put it simple i told 3 very good friends , and all was good the first one took a while to get used to it, he was like are you sure? you always seemed well straight to em, the second never said anything, and the third thought it was a gift from heaven to have a friend that was even slightly gay (thank god) then somehow the topic came up at lunch and the stupid people constantly eavesdropping looking for gossip assumed I was gay and told eveyone (i'm not gay i am bi), from that point on i'm never alone in public i've had to get reinforced windows and fire is now my best friend (burning lots of letters so no one would ever read them)..as for my parents...well let's just say I haven't told them...they never bring it up but i think my mother is suspicious cuz whenever my best friend comes over (he's sixteen) she ALWAYS "reminds" me to get the extra bed out for him i wanna tell my mom very badly but i'm afraid of how she'll take it on herself, not on me, and how i should go about it, i will prbably wait till i am out on my own making a steady income on my own to tell her as far as school i have four years to go till college (maybe even three if i play my cards right) so it won't be TOO hard, it just sometimes you want someone there to touch and talk and just be with and i have yet to find that hereprobably never will in this small town

Mines a Bit lengthy IT was orginally an english assignment!

ou hear lots of stories of people coming out of the closet, some more interesting then others. Though mine is one of the more dull ones it taught me a valuable lesson. For a while now all my friends had started to place an increasing amount of pressure on me to find a girl friend. Little did they know or suspect I had no intentions of going out with anyone from the opposite sex. I had no interest in the female sex. I had friends trying to set me up with people, people who I knew and people who I didn’t know. Though every time this happened I managed to weasel my way out with out revealing my most well kept secret. After a while I got to the point where keeping the secret was becoming more of a challenge everyday and so I decided it was time to come clean.

I wasn’t too sure on how to go about it though. Like should I come straight out, or shall I just tell a couple of people at a time, or could I tell someone and wait for them to tell everyone else so I could avoid the discomfort of telling every individual person myself. After coming to a final decision on the topic I waited for the perfect opportunity to bear my deepest secret. I decided it would be best to take it slow so first of all I would tell my best friend and only my best friend. After three unsuccessful tried I finally worked up the courage to tell him.

It was on a Friday afternoon one period before I had English my last class for the day. I was sitting in the music room and my Matthew was testing me on my knowledge of intervals. He was sitting in front of the small, badly tuned up right piano with a large smirk on his face knowing that he has found a way to get me to give a wrong answer. I was sitting at the table next to the piano diverting my eyes as so I would be unable to cheat and this already unfair contest. Badly distracted by me working out the best way to tell my best friend that I was gay severely diverted my attention away from working out the right answer. I sat for about twenty minutes playing along with his little game working up my courage. Finally I gathered up every last bit of courage I could scrounge. I could hear the words I was about to mutter in my head, goose bumps started to poke their head up from head to toe I after about ten seconds I was complete covered in them. A small sweat broke out. It got more uncontrollable as the moments leading up to the inevitable drew ever closer. My mouth dried up like a puddle in the Sahara desert. I couldn’t string two words together and then I froze. I completely froze in terror. I sat there in my paralyzed state for what would have been about five seconds however from my point of view it was like an eternity. Then through the small breaths I managed to catch I muttered “Hey man, I’m coming out of the closet… I am gay.”

Matt burst out into an uncontrolled laughter, dismissing the one action that scared me more then anything I had every seen or experienced in my whole life. Feeling open and vulnerable I tried telling him I was and it wasn’t a joke, but he kept dismissing everything I said. After that I gave up on trying to tell for the time being, he managed to get a hold of his laughter and bring it to a halt, then he span back around on the chair he was sitting on in order to continue his testing. The following Monday, I talked to Matthew again about the fact I was gay. This time I got the message through. Though it was odd I felt no fear, no discomfort and most of all no vulnerability. Slowly I told more people but only friends and close ones at that. Family and other people where still out of the question. I had neither the confidence nor self-esteem to tell them. However, I knew that one day I would have to confront them. Though by that time I had told more people and realized it got easier with each person I told. My confidence grew the one fear I held in the ordeal that I would be ridiculed and hated for my ways started to disappear as people only showed acceptance. The world I had seen in Books and T.V. shows where gays where hated and beaten had not existed here. Society was changing before my eyes and I had not noticed. This new view on the world boosted my confidence and allowed me to open the doors of my prisons with pride and ease. Since then I have told everyone close to me friends and family and have been giving nothing but total acceptance.

Ok, here's my story.

My parents have always known, from what they found on the computer... . I told my best friend, Amanda, at lunch one day, and I was amazed she took it so well, because she's Catholic. That was freshman year, and I didn't tell anyone else until a year and half. I was accepted to tams, and so I was leaving school anyway, so I just decided to tell everyone one day. (I'm a very spur-of-the-moment person) Most of them were cool, and those who weren't, I just forgot them. But since people took it so well at my old school, I decided to be open here, and I love it. I'm part of a gay group, with about 4 gay guys, 3 fag hags, and our very own fag stag. I love those terms. Sure there are people here who don't accept me, but they're part of a minority, and I don't need them anyway.