I was raised in a smalltown just outside of mainstream surburbia, and it had be just mum and I my entire life - my father apparantly left my mother the mere minute she give birth to me. My mum and I have always been close - one advantage of the fact my mother gave birth to me when she was all of 16. We could take about anything - even the topic of sex was a completely open book with her.

Well, that was until I turned 16 and become strangely curious about sex with women. I immediately freaked out -yes, I’d been taught that was perfectly natural (which I’ll always be so thankful for), but it suddenly occured to me that when these thoughts are your own, it doesn’t feel so natural. Part my panic was the fact I’d never even had an interest in boys - I’d seen my friends end up devastated countless times by boys who simply treated them as any less than humans, and assumed the whole male species was this way, as my father was the classic example of male scum.

Well, I became classically bookish - I buried my head in a fantasy world to escape reality, but that was without prevail.

A few months before turning 18, I graduated high school, at which point my mother agreed to me travelling to the big city (many hours away) with a few friends for a celebration vacation.

Well, the trip there was certainly interesting - my best friend asked me about my sexuality after taking note of my growing interest in ‘The L Word’ (something I had longed manage to cover up from my mum, as I was ashamed of watching it, forgetting the fact I was actually highly aroused by it). She caught on when she heard me discussing the storylines with an openly gay friend a few weeks earlier - hell, the words just fell from my lips. “Tia, I’m a lesbian”.

Crap, those cheers will ring in my ears till the day I die - turns out everyone damn well knew it, surprise, surprise!

When we arrived, a few of the girls were bold enough to suggest we spent our first night clubbing at a newly opened lesbian party spot - I was apprehensive but eventually gave in more for curiousity and the need to meet someone who was “just like me!”. It was a roaring success - met my girlfriend there… yes, Lana and I are still together, 3 years down the track.

Cut a long story short, when I arrive home, Lana and I kept contact via telephone and email - I told mum she was a fellow school graduate and we were interested in pursuing similiar things at uni., and hell, she believed me.

So, months passed and Lana and I met up again at uni. - I moved into the city for my first session to see if I could cope with that lifestyle, and work from there was the concept. Things got heated between Lana and I - I was racked with guilt after the first time we slept together cos I was so in love with her and yet I couldn’t tell my mum - the woman I told everything.

I came home at the end of session and bought Lana with me - it was crunch time. I sat down with mum and Lana one night and bit the bullet, although I felt like I wanted to spew the whole time.

“Mum, I’m a lesbian, and Lana and I are seeing each other. I love her and there’s nothing you can do about it”.

Well, I hadn’t expected mum to hit the roof or anything - as I said, she taught me about homosexuality in the first place. But I hadn’t expected her to ask Lana to leave the room because:

“Georgia and I need to talk”.

And then it all came out (pardon the pun):

My mum is a lesbian, too, which is way she and my father were no longer together. Her parents are fundamentalist Christians, devout in every way. She started dated my date only to keep them satisfied, and the fact she had sex with him was apparantly rebellion. She got kicked out of home, of course, but hey, she said “It meant I could finally tell everyone I’m gay without fear of growing apart from mum and dad”. Twisted logic, but she figured her parents already hated her, and couldn’t hate her any more, so she was straight out. Dad knew he and mum stood no chance and left on the basis he would provide child support - it was his wife he was keeping him from me because she was against his past and didn’t want their children finding out.

A relief in many ways - mum and I can now happily attend many gay events together and at least now I know why she taught me the way she did - it all adds up now! She now has a partner and I’ve never seen her happier - I guess my life did a 360 in a matter of minutes.

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When I was 12 years old I told my mom that I thought I was a Lesbian. She said it was normal at my age to experiment and that she had done the same thing. I dated many girls and was just always open about my feelings. When I was 17 I decided to date a man, got pregnant and married and tried to live a straight life. We had a very sexless marriage, other than the few times we did and I got pregnant. I have three children and am divorced. I now have a fiance that is female. My family has known since I was young and I had no problems telling them even though we weren’t close. After the divorce I told my Mom that I was dating a woman and she said “thank God”. LOL. Any friends I have made I have been honest with them upfront. I have been accepted by everyone. I am very happy to be out and be myself. I couldn’t live any other way.

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well, it all began in Virginia when one of my brother’s friends took advantage of me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the whole thing, my dad had left long ago, and my mom was a drunk. I just went along with it, and assumed it was normal. Eventually, I came to like my brother’s friend…a lot. Nearly every day we would go into the bathroom (while my brother was out and my mom was drunk) and do what made us feel good.
I was soon ripped from Virginia and my “love” to come live in Illinois, out of the reach of my mom. Years later in Illinois, I went to a Christian school, and became a Christian. I met one of my friends, a girl, who will remain unnamed. I told her about my feelings, and how I’d looked at gay porn and it made me feel good… She was very accepting and told nobody–and here I am –a Virginian In Hiding (in Illinois)(to all but one)

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Okay, well over the long holidays, have plenty of time think about things and well I’ve got nothing else to say to myself besides “I’m Gay”. I have to say I cried just a little over the last few weeks while thinking about it. On the other hand, it just gives me butterflies in my stomach and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside just to think it, let alone say it. So, I have told 3 friends so far. Kind of got the same response from each of them “YEAH! I know, was wondering when you were going to coming out!” - that’s been nice to hear.
Anyways, looking forward to getting on with this journey!

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In hindsight, it seems incredibly bizarre, but would you believe me if I said I began questioning my sexuality following a storyline on a television program that saw the first openly lesbian character grace Australian television? I thought not, but this is where my journey began, no matter how ridiculous it sounds.

I guess you could say that this storyline opened my eyes to a lifestyle I was previously completely ignorant of (and never let it be said you can’t learn something from television). For some unknown reason, something seemed so incredibly enticing - perhaps it had to do with the fact I’d recently come out of a bad relationship and was simply looking to temporally avoid the opposite sex. Don’t for a minute think this is the only reason I decided to take this journey - at time time, although heartbroken, I felt there was a gapping hole in my life that could not be filled by a male: I do not know how or when this came about, but for some reason it came forth at this time, and it scared me half to death because I knew straight away that it made me different from my peers.

You see, I struggle enough to fit in as was, and didn’t need something else separating me from my peers. Yes, I had a small group of friends and was popular among them, but I was also the girl many chose to target, and unfortunately for them I was an easy target, because I’ve always been over sensitive.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I decided to join Mogenic after reading about it in a magazine. I simply began thinking that perhaps I might be able to make a few friends who’d be able to guide me through this confusing time and help me come out the other side(free of what I believed was a passing phase) - stupid I know, but I was rather naive at this point in time.

I immediately put up a facade when I began developing feelings for another woman - I was absolutely terrified and angered with myself because at this time I also found myself having me eyes opened to Christianity, and the clash between my new beliefs and my new lifestyle of course caused a great deal of internal conflict.

I decided to deal with this conflict by informing my (ex) best friend that I thought I was bisexual. To say she froze my out was an understatement - she didn’t talk to me for a full week, and then when she did get up the courage to return my phone calls, she was blatant enough to ask if I had feelings for her. Of course I didn’t - she was my ’sister’, and she knew that full well. I could have never developed a crush on her, and I think she knew it. I think she asked to get a rise out of me, and sure enough, she did.

What got under my skin the most was that several months later she asked me to keep a secret for her. I thought nothing of it - I always kept her secrets and I swore to take this one to the grave. Well, didn’t I get a kick up the backside when she turned around and told me she was experimenting with other women and had developed serious feelings for a close friend. What made this worse: she never named this friend, but the description sounded exactly like me, and she was stupid enough to mention that the friend was bisexual herself. I never said a word to her about it - I felt far too betrayed too attempt to make any sense out of it, but needless to say, our friendship soured following this and we now have nothing to do with one another.

Once the friendship with the woman I had feelings for went pear shaped, I removed myself from Mogenic because I wanted nothing more to do with the friends I had made there. I thought if I cut myself off for it, it would fade away and I wouldn’t have to feel so ill with the person I was becoming.

I was also being ridicule by several girls I thought were my friends. The were clueless to my developing sexuality, but they’d were always “jokingly” calling me a “lesbo” or “gay” and I knew that I’d be emotionally tortured if they’d discovered the truth. I of course lost my friendship with them, but to this day one of the girls still refers to me as a lesbian, and I’ve no idea why.

For a brief period, shutting myself off to Mogenic and the friends I had made there worked. I began a relationship with a close male friend and we began discussing our plans for our future together. I of course believed I was head over heels for him, and as he did me. Naturally, I wasn’t, but you’re probably well aware of the saying “love can blind you”. Our relationship fell apart, and I decided that it was necessary to go back into enigma mode and step back behind the facade so he wouldn’t be able to see how truly hurt I was.

This time around though, I realized it was more than just a passing phase. At first, I hated myself for it, and this was mainly because in about the year that had passed, my Christian beliefs and values had grown and I could now see myself having to tackle these beliefs whilst still attempting to be the Christian I so desired to become.

As the months passed, I came to have passing feelings for several different young women, and actually found myself finding it very exciting. I knew right then and there that my life was about to change.

My facade was slowly wearing thin - I starting feeling physically ill every time I overheard a so-called gay joke. It felt as though I had a knot in my stomach and it made me nauseated. Sometimes I even snapped when a friend made a joke about someone they knew being homosexual or bisexual. I don’t think they thought much off it. I’m not one to allow my friends to insult those who aren’t there to defend themselves, and even then I feel a little uneasy if they are slandering a person without knowing their circumstances.

I completely opened up to my new best friend - I now refer to her as my ’sister’. She really guided me through and always allowed me to air my opinions and wouldn’t hesitate to tell me the “brutal” truth. I use to despise her for being so harsh, but in all honesty, I wouldn’t be where I am today were it not for her. I honestly believe she came into my life at the best possible time: she has become my guidance and my support, and I’ll always love her for that.

About six months ago I fell deeply in love with a young woman I’d met via Mogenic. We began an internet relationship, which may seem childish and immature to you, but we both realized it was never going to be a case of us actually being able to be together (she lives in another state). She was far too good for me to pass up - I’d fallen so deeply and I’d come to the point where I’d made the biggest realization of them all. Whilst she was opening up to me more with each day that passed, I was keeping something from her.

I was, without a doubt, bisexual (although I do refer to myself as label free because I believe sexuality is fluid and that there are some days I’ll feel heterosexual and others I feel homosexual).

When I began telling the friends I’d made via Mogenic, they were so happy and excited for me. After approximately 3.5 years of living behind a facade, I’d managed to strip it off and define myself.

My next step was telling my friends. That made me so nervous I ended up feeling physically ill, as you’d expect. Anyway, I began by telling a close friend. I simply pulled her aside, sat her down and the words fell from my lips (although after some hesitance and tears from myself). She was incredible: so happy for me and still loving me. She even asked if she could get to know my girlfriend - such incredible relief after the stress I’d put myself through.

Within the following weeks I decided to out myself to some friends on a website I use: they all took the news so well and for many of them, it was a turning point because they began to realize why I found it so easy to express character feelings in my new fanfiction (which followed a storyline based on lesbianism).

What I found even more amazing about coming out to my friends from the aforementioned website was that suddenly, out of the wood work, I discovered a thread created for homosexual and bisexual members. I was pleasantly surprised by how many members were curious, homosexual or bisexual. It felt like I was being blessed because I had a complete support network right there for me and prior to coming across this thread, I had no idea how many of my fellow members were familiar with the stages and feelings I’d been through.

Nowadays, I still have many people to come out to, but I definitely feel more confident and comfortable. As cheeky as it may sound, I suddenly feel sexy: I think most of it has to do with the fact I’ve come to my own and now have little problem with the person I am.

I also take no shame in holding my head high. I figure that I’ve every right to be proud of myself, and I’m just so overwhelmed that I’ve made it deeper into the journey - I can’t quite see home yet, but it is getting a lot closer.

Sure, it’s difficult sitting through church and listening to the leader share the church’s beliefs on homosexuality, but then I think to myself: I began life as a blank slate, my destiny completely unwritten. My destiny unfolds with each day that passes and this decision has now been written upon that slate. I can not change that and I have no desire to: God loves me regardless of who I am and at the end of the day, he simply desires that his children are happy leading the life they lead and live by the word of the Bible - well, I’m trying to do so, and I’m doing this best I can for the Christian I am at this point in time. I know that my lifestyle may be viewed as wrong, but I put this forth to you all.

To me, a relationship is NOT about sex. As a matter of fact, I take no shame in admitting to the fact that I do not believe in sex before marriage. So why is it when you tell some people you are bisexual or homosexual they assume you are only interested in the sexual side of a relationship? In my mind, the emotional and psychological attractions are far greater, and I figure that at the end of the day, I’m free to make my own decisions, and whilst I may be bisexual, it’s just a label and simply because it uses the word sexual does not mean I’m interested in that sort of relationship.

I guess you could say that adds to my newfound confidence; right now, I’m loving my life! And I couldn’t ask for anything else in the long run.

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The hardest part of my coming out process was probably coming out to myself.

You either think that sounds rediculous or you can absolutely relate. But really for years I hardly considered the possibility- occasionally the thought would flicker but I always wrote it off.

“No, girl crushes are totally normal.” and lots of wanting to prove that just because I wasn’t terribly girly didn’t mean I was gay. Of course, it doesn’t always but in my case both are true.

Finally I was studying abroad and I don’t know if it was the change of scene/people, my hot grammar professor, spending a lot of time around a couple other students who were out or probably a combination of all that, but I started thinking about it and finally admitted to myself that I have always been attracted to women and not men.

Once I let myself admit it I couldn’t imagine how I had taken so long. It seemed so painfully obvious and I felt like I had decieved myself. The years of obsessing over actresses or musicians and pretending it was just that I wanted to be like them, the camp counselor I couldn’t get out of my head (I know it’s a stereotype ), the jealousy I wouldn’t admit to.

I emailed my best friend (an out gay man) who was naturally supportive and assured me that I didn’t need to be hard on myself. We’re told growing up that one day we will grow up and find a nice boy and get married, a nice girl isn’t an option we’re taught to EXPECT even in the most accepting upbringings.

I came out to my study abroad friends and put off telling my friends at home, thinking I should do it in person and feeling kind of awkward about how it would be percieved to go abroad and “suddenly” be gay. Finally I told my closest friends and future roomates all via email and they were all absolutely cool with it if not expecting it.

The bit that was hard was living my life out of the closet for several months abroad and then returning home where some knew, some didn’t, and my family fell into the later category.

I felt trapped, cheated out of the experience I’d had abroad where I could be myself.

After a couple months, just before returning to uni, I told my mother. I thought she’d figured it out based on things my sister had said (”See, things like this are why mom asks if you’re gay”) only to find out that my sister was only saying it was mom asking, when really my sister was the only one to kind of figure.

So it was a bit of an awkward conversation, since I thought she had an idea already, but my parents are very accepting and I was lucky enough to know that. I’d seen them get outright angry when other parents had responded negatively to their gay children. But it’s still an uncomfortable conversation to try to work into conversation.

I didn’t really prepare myself for the thought that even though they are accepting, it would be hard for them. My mom asked if I could be bi, didn’ I like guys at all? I didn’t think about how she would have to change her vision of my future to not really include the traditional marriage bit. Though, she hardly expected me to marry and settle anyway.

I don’t see my dad much, mostly driving to and from work so I finally asked my mom to tell him for me and his reaction was good- that it doesn’t change anything and he had actually suspected.

I feel very fortunate to have grown up in a larger town and surrounded myself by loving, open people.

It’s a bit of an unending process

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I was asked by a friend on SodaHead to post my story…The question she asked was “Do you think it is still difficult to “come out” in today’s society?” My answer follows:

I think that depends on where you live and who you surround yourself with. I am out..not the type who runs amock screaming that I’m gay (I know a girl who does that and people find her extremely annoying) If someone asks I will tell them I have a partner…and I will answer any questions. I find people that are apprehensive tend to mellow out if I say “ask me anything”…and it amazes me what straight people want to know…lol. First is always “who’s the man?” A lot of straight people assume that we ONLY have sex with toys..soo many questions and if you answer them with respect for yourself and the person asking them they tend to just take it in stride I find. Not everyone is as open as me though..lol Now my wife is not out…we live where her family is and they are all ministers, preachers, strict baptist and they all tend to make rude remarks about gays and lesbians and how of course we are gonna burn in the fiery pits of hell..yadda yadda..heard it before…and will hear it again…but she refuses to come out until after her mother passes away. She feels in her heart her mother would die praying for her..took me a long time to get over that and many holidays at home alone by myself because she was with them and I couldnt be, but I have learned to repsect that, and if and when she ever does come out it will be on her terms, and when she is ready. My family loves us, loves her…but her family..even I dunno if I would want them to know. Might make life pretty miserable for us both. Hard enough dealing with the issues we face as a couple..certainly dont need all that drama..haha

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The first time I realized girls were beautiful was when I was ten years old. I grew up in Texas, stuck in a sometimes-liberal family. It was horrible. If I had an abortion, they would have supported me, but being gay? That was just too much. I couldn’t tell them. My sister was the worst. She went around the world introducing me as “This is Lena. She’s a lesbian. Lena-Lesbian-Tits McGee.” She didn’t even know. She just pulled this shit out of her ass, and god, I wish I had said something.

I was liberal. Real liberal. I never said anything about it. The rumors got really bad. Really bad. The parents asked me if I was having “sexual relations” with the best friend ever. I wasn’t. I said as much. They didn’t believe me.

I wanted to die, to change who I was. It didn’t help that a person I’d rather forget was there, holding things over my head. I was in denial until I was fourteen. At a sleepover, I met a girl. She was beautiful, seventeen, and bi. We talked about Harry Potter porn and didn’t sleep. I confessed that I was Lesbisexual, not quite sure which. She said she was bi, and that I was hot. I told her, thank god. you’re beautiful. three days later, we were dating.

it was the best time of my life. we never said anything, but sent eachother gifts and long emails. She was my first kiss.

We broke up. We were getting too close. She was turning eighteen in three months.

As of now, I still have my back to the closet. Thankfully, things have gotten better. My parents/family don’t know, but my friends do. My life is back to normalish, I can laugh off the comments, and no one has tried to pull anything. I’m lucky.

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I know entire point of this website is for coming out stories. Meaning, if you’ve come out, this is where you tell you story. I’ll let you know right now I am not fully out of the closet.

I have been “out” for eight years to everyone but my parents. Here’s my story.

In a urban town on a peninsula in a sweaty Virginia summer between seventh and eighth grade I came to find myself. I remember riding bikes with a new friend thinking about this girl I had met. She was something I’ve never seen before. It struck me that I was attracted to her because the more I thought about her the more I felt that tingling sensation that I knew wasn’t coming from my bike seat. I asked my fellow rider if she’d hate me if I was bi and she laughed. “Of course not!” she exclamed not understanding my amazement that a 12 year old girl could accept me. I went to a new school because my parents noticed a change in me, not spurred by my new found sexual identity, but coming of age in an environement where my best friend was a german speaking d-boy and my crush was a pill popping wiccan fully adorned in a celebration of the colour of her soul, black. My new school provided a haven of sheltered white middle class moldable minds. I came out to my friends immediately who just happened to be the popular people at that very junior high. It was exciting, being able to be who I was, sleep with whom I please, and go through a heternormative lifestyle with out haveing to confront who I was and the burden that comes with being gay in the USA.

I graduated high school with a 2.4 average, honors diploma (dont ask, I dont know), and a gay boy that has sworn his life to holding me through hard times and telling me if my outfit looks bad. A few days after the grad party him and I moved up to the capital to start a new life and find more ways to fuck it up. I was sitting with an old friend out on the back porch drinking a beer and it struck me. I am gay. There is no going back from here. I am a lesbian and there’s nothing I can do about it. I had been living a double life for so long that it never hit me that I can just put down the bottle, put out the joint, throw away the pills, but not shit out the gay. I’ve come out to my parents 3 times before once actually telling them and two others when they were snooping where they ought not to.

Every time they had refused to speak to me, my father wouldn’t even look at me. I was trapped in my home - grounded - and was forced to throw out my cds my vinyl, my posters, writing, and everything that made my space me. It was a nightmare and even now, after I have woken up, cannot face them.

I’m not sure if the zodiac is a valid testimony but it will help me emphisize my love, unconditional loyalty, to my family. I am not always with them, calling them every night, I dont know my brother’s crushes, or where they are all the time - but i love them more than life. Here is my dilema. It is getting so painful to even talk to them on the phone because I need them to know that I’m in love with a girl, we have been together for a year, we are living together currently, and I plan on being with her for a very long time. I need them to know that I am voulenteering at a gay youth center, that I am a member of a campus queer action organization and that my girlfriend works at Equality Virginia. I know they’d hate me. I couldn’t live without them, or at least some sort of family, I don’t know what to do.

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So I’m 23 and 6 months ago I acknowledged I was bi. Though I think I was for a year before that, I hadn’t considered it fully.

I’ve always been open to the lifestyle and been okay with thinking other men were attractive. If a gay relationship came along, I necessarily wouldn’t opposed.

It’s been an interesting experience coming out, not necessarily the hardest in comparison to others’ stories, but interesting still. Some friends are appalled, some are intrigued, while others enjoy it (mostly my gay friends).

It’s all about who the person is, not what they are.

So as a journalist, I wrote an op/ed piece for my college paper on the topic.

Enjoy.

GOING INTO THE CLOSET
BY NIC COURY

The few nights during the month when I go out to the bars or a friend’s house party, I make sure to get my hair did and look good, in a manner of speaking. When it comes to sexuality, I’m pretty much your average straight guy, but for some reason I have been picked up and flirted with by more gay guys than straight girls. I am curious about this odd phenomenon.

Recently, at a friend’s birthday party, I left feeling that I was hit on by her gay friends. Very comfortable with myself, I was flattered and admitted to my friend that the guy was cute. This is one of many examples of my flirtation with the same sex. Being very much straight, I find it funny and I am OK with it happening. If anything, it’s an opportunity to make a new friend: a platonic friend.

I’m just a very open person and whatever people choose to do with their sexuality is OK with me..

Some of my favorite music artists are those who have a lesbian following, such as Tegan and Sara, KT Tunstall and Melissa Etheridge. My friend, a lesbian folk musician, and I listen to similar artists. She cleared up my sexuality for me. “You’re a straight guy, but I’m attracted to you.” She made me an honorary lesbian.

I love short hair and like a girl who wears sweaters and glasses. Some people may call this look a bit masculine, but hey, I like it. People should be able to dress however they want and feel comfortable being who they really are.

On another note, I also realized that I do not really have a crush on many actresses or female musicians. I would, however, marry Johnny Depp if he was OK with it and am I love with Jack White.

To my credibility, I do like girls and cannot wait to have sex with one (read my old Velvet Rope for more on that). I like the finer things in life; jazz music, good wine, cooking and scrabble. Except for hockey, I’m not much into sports.

I may be more in touch with my feminine side and I am OK with that. In my opinion, more people need to be open to not following societal norms and be themselves, regardless of how others may percieve them.

I’m totally flattered with anyone finding me attractive enough to flirt with me. So girls, and guys for that matter, see you around campus.

~ nic

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