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23 Coming-Out Stories That Will Warm Your Frozen Heart
Bad Coming Out Stories and Experiences
After the second Boys Boys Boys they asked, "Sweetie, are you trying to tell us you're gay? I posted my true identity and the way I felt on my facebook story, I got so many of my friend text me and say they were so happy for me and it made me feel great, then I got a message for a person on my friend's list telling me I was a disease. It took me from the top of the day to the bottom. I'd gone out in public a few times with a friend and once alone. It wasn't that bad when I looked decent. But then May came.
Coming Out Stories
It's a special day that takes place every year to celebrate people coming out as lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, or queer. They wanted to encourage queer people to come out to their friends and family members in an effort to fight against stereotypes. These days, many people see National Coming Out Day as the perfect time to celebrate their own stories of coming out and raise awareness of the LGBT community. Unfortunately, there are plenty of stories about people coming out, who are met with ignorance. Luckily, there are also plenty of friends and family members who don't totally suck and who are there to offer support when their loved ones need it.
I was 19 when I first had full-on sex with another man. I was at college, living in dorms, and the experience—aside from the usual horrifying awkwardness and somewhat spontaneity of the occasion—was completely and utterly unremarkable aside from one thing: the guy I slept with identified as straight. It was late or early, depending on your outlook on the world when I was joined by the boy who was living in the room next to mine, way back on the other side of the building. He was clearly intoxicated, but it was a party after all and who was I, quite drunk myself, to judge.