I will not come out, since there is not need to.
In my opinion being gay is as normal as being straight and nobody goes to his parents and says: "By the way, I like pussy."
Actually you are very often in the closet. You just have to meet new people, have a new job or move somewhere else and - bang - back in the closet and all that "I'm gay by the way" has to start again. You may not pretend to be straight still but most people just expect you to be.
There are many different stories about revealing myself. There are the stories of telling my parents, my siblings, my friends and my co-workers. I think I'll begin with "Telling My Parents".
I had been away at college in my freshman year. I came home for Christmas Break very distraught following a mad, knock-down, drag-out punch-up with my dorm-mate/boyfriend/bff since 10th grade.
It was a horrible scene - it ended in the hallway with both of us stark naked and security guards pulling us apart. I don't recall the exact spark that ignited the built up tension between us but I'm sure it was jealousy. After a trip to the infirmary I left for home.
I arrived bruised and shaken and I was horrified by the prospect of facing my folks. I knew they would be shocked and worried to death. I entered the kitchen - all the lights in the house were on and it was midnight. The whole gang was waiting up for my triumphant return. I looked like a survivor of a train wreck. My mother's jaw dropped and my father stood frozen at the sight.
Rather than waiting for the interrogation I quickly said I had been in a fight and they should see the other guy. Now, they all new I was never a fighter and my story seemed unbelievable (if it were my older brothers standing there looking like hell my parents wouldn't have even asked, lol).
After a little chit-chat I went to the den and my mother followed. I broke down and began to sob like a schoolgirl. I told my mother I had to tell her something that I was sure she already knew but I had a need to tell her the whole story. She said the right things and stroked my hair (I had lovely hair back then, lol) as I tried to speak. I told her "I'm the black sheep of our family, I have always been different and now I can say I'm a queer (the term gay was still unknown to me because I had only heard harsh words like fag, faggot, queer and sissy to name a few) and I can't change that".
In her special way she told me of my uncle and some cousins who were like me and I knew them and they were good men and I was good, too. The conversation was one of the best experiences of my life. I learned that both my parents knew from early childhood I would be different and they had always encouraged me to be true to myself. She said I had nothing to be ashamed of but I should be careful about who I was open to because of consequences I had been shielded from by my older brothers and sisters. I found out that my brothers had been in many fights over the years because of talk around school. I had been bullied by classmates but I didn't know my brothers had taken shit from their classmates as well. I must say I had and still have the best family a queer could ask for. Unconditional acceptance and even protection from the cruel realities of life.
If you have a story you would like to share please post it here. I think some closeted members might take inspiration from our example. If they cannot come-out themselves at least they can hear some of the different scenarios and responses the rest of us have experienced. In that way perhaps our fellow members who must hide their true nature can feel a little of the liberation "Coming Out" can bring.
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Not yet, might never will.
Most important thing is to be ready yourself. And you're right, you don't have to ever come out, but hiding yourself can be hard sometimes. I had difficulties to actually get the courage to tell the first person, and it caused so much distress so I just dropped the idea for a while, and let it "bake" in peace. Stop worrying about the solution, relax, and sometimes the solutions just pops up to your mind And after coming out, my life didn't really change at all, I just have more sex Well I also feel bit more whole maybe, more honest to myself, more in control (don't let other people opinnions rule you), more relaxed, but not that much