A lot of the time one of the first topics of conversation that crops up when two gays become friends is the glorious coming out story. Everyone has one, and everyone likes to tell them. I’ve heard an awful lot of them. Some dramatic and sad, some fantastically funny, and others extraordinary embarrassing.
I’m presently sat in the library trying to do anything other than my uni work, so I figured how better to procrastinate than splurge my own coming out story onto the web for all to see.
Coming out to my family and friends happened on two separate occasions, about a month apart, and neither were particularly planned.
Let me set the scene. I’m a naive, innocent (ish) 16-year-old in a happy little relationship with my dear high school boyfriend, attending the birthday party of one of our mutual school friends. Being the rowdy 16-year-olds that we were, the filthy cheap cider and dodgy vodka were flowing plentifully. At this point I have absolutely no recollection of how we acquired all of this brilliant booze, but we always seemed to find a way.
Needless to say, we were all perhaps a tad tipsy. To cut a long, hazy story short, the night resulted in me and another young lady ditching our respective boyfriends to have a long and extremely inappropriate make-out session in a field behind the house. A sordid scene to which both of our charming chaps simultaneously walked in on.
Needless to say, it was awkward.
|Delightful artwork courtesy of T...|
The news of my newly-discovered lesbianism was only further fuelled by my inappropriate choice of location to lock lips with the next girl in my life. And that happened to be in the middle of the dance floor at our school prom. Yes, in front of my entire year and all of our teachers.
My parents discovered my gayness in a much less dramatic way - thankfully! This merely consisted of me sporadically telling my mother I had a girlfriend whilst in the car on the way home from Asda. Following this was one of the longest, most nerve-wracking silences of my life in which, in my 16-year-old head, my mother was clearly deciding whether or not to still love me. She chose the former. Phew. I definitely got off lightly in terms of parental reactions to my lady-loving.
So that’s it. That is my coming out story.
I am of course eternally grateful that my friends didn’t disown me and my parents didn’t kick me to the curb for being a filthy gay. All in all, a rather chirpy coming out story... if you glaze over the infidelity and inappropriate PDA.
I think I will pester T to right her coming out story for you guys as well. For the sake of continuity and all.
In fact I’m opening this up to all of you. I’d love to hear how the rest of you came out to your friends and families. Do tell!