I honestly don't know how much of my family knows. My immediate DNA relations, well... I sure haven't told them, because I don't talk to them. I know I've mentioned it on FB where my extended family sees me, but eh, if they don't remember, whatever. It's probably easier that way, get-togethers are already awkward enough.
I feel weird about being Out And Proud at school because, even though we have a HUGE LGBT++ population [HELLO EVERGREEN] I'm in a het relationship and I pass as female, so it always feels like I'm ... idk, taking advantage of that to be able to say I'm pansexual [fuck yeah!] and genderqueer [woo, ties and suspenders!] without having to face the downsides.
ALL THAT FUCKING ASIDE: I fucking love my queer friends, I hope they are safe and happy, and holy fuck, RAINBOWS EVERYWHERE TODAY.
I didn't come out to anyone today. I identify myself as pansexual to my friends, and they're pretty queer themselves so we all just kind of hugged and talked about it and it was sunshine and rainbows.
My family "jokingly" once told me that if I came out as anything but straight they would beat me and kick me out of the family, and I dunno, it's really stuck with me. My stepdad once commented that gay people should all be "brought out back and shot" so YANNO that leaves me really unwilling to come out to them. My whole family is horribly homophobic, so it's my friends and my boyfriend who know. Strangely enough for me, while I was still well enough to work, I was out to everyone on staff. In fact, there was a large number of us who didn't identify as straight, which was entirely new to me at the time.
My plan is to come out to my family when I have full financial independence from them. Right now my recovery from my spine being a complete fuck is dependent on my mother paying for my chiro appointments. So yeah.
I'm...out but not at the same time? I'm bi and have been fairly open about it since I figured things out when I was 15, and most of my friends know. A few of my coworkers know. I think most of my family knows? I've never really sat down and told them, but I know that at least my brother, sister, and aunts know. I think my mom knows but honestly I'm not sure, and it's not something that's ever come up.
Luckily my family is the sort to just go "If it makes you happy it makes us happy", and most of my group of friends ID as queer in some manner.
I came out to my best friend, a couple of friends (and one ex-friend) at uni, my mother, my sister and my online friends. I haven't told my dad- I'm too shy to. I have to admit, while I haven't received any bullshit for coming out to any of them, I don't feel confident about coming out to anyone else. That, and I've recently been thrown head-first into a giant vat of confusion. Yeah. Happy Coming Out Day, though.
I don't mean to pick on the OP, and I'm sorry to be a downer but that quote from Harvey Milk is...really problematic. I wish we'd stop putting the responsibility on queer people to put themselves at risk in order to solve their own oppression, and start putting the responsibility on straight people to stop being bigoted assholes. I wish we'd stop pretending that every coming out story is a happy liberating story, that everyone universally will "feel so much better" if they come out. I chose to come out to my parents because it was the price I had to pay for something I wanted desperately, but it did not feel good. It felt like waking up in the morning and bursting into tears before I even got out of bed; it felt like people I trusted telling me my feelings weren't valid; it felt like being too terrified even to check my email by myself; it felt like still having nightmares a year later; it felt like locking myself in the bathroom my first night home from school and sobbing helplessly. And my parents weren't even that bad; I can't even
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This on the Harvey Milk quote thing. Having known people who were violently attacked and/or kicked out when they came out as gay, the idea that it's a magical cure-all for homophobia is fucking laughable.
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I feel weird about being Out And Proud at school because, even though we have a HUGE LGBT++ population [HELLO EVERGREEN] I'm in a het relationship and I pass as female, so it always feels like I'm ... idk, taking advantage of that to be able to say I'm pansexual [fuck yeah!] and genderqueer [woo, ties and suspenders!] without having to face the downsides.
ALL THAT FUCKING ASIDE:
I fucking love my queer friends, I hope they are safe and happy, and holy fuck, RAINBOWS EVERYWHERE TODAY.
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My family "jokingly" once told me that if I came out as anything but straight they would beat me and kick me out of the family, and I dunno, it's really stuck with me. My stepdad once commented that gay people should all be "brought out back and shot" so YANNO that leaves me really unwilling to come out to them. My whole family is horribly homophobic, so it's my friends and my boyfriend who know. Strangely enough for me, while I was still well enough to work, I was out to everyone on staff. In fact, there was a large number of us who didn't identify as straight, which was entirely new to me at the time.
My plan is to come out to my family when I have full financial independence from them. Right now my recovery from my spine being a complete fuck is dependent on my mother paying for my chiro appointments. So yeah.
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Luckily my family is the sort to just go "If it makes you happy it makes us happy", and most of my group of friends ID as queer in some manner.
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Friend: "Are you going to vote for Prop 8?"
Parents: "Yup!"
Friend: "Even though it means I can't get married?"
Parents: *shrug* "Yup."
Clearly their worldview was absolutely rocked by her outness. If by "rocked" you mean "not altered one iota."
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