I was bawling my eyes out on the bumpy road as other preteens giggled and screamed conversations. My friend Niky sat up and peered at me over the seat in between us and asked me why I was crying. I had just come out to another friend, and it hadn’t gone so well. Niky came around the seat and sat down next to me and told me that was stupid. It shouldn’t matter who I liked, and she didn’t care if they were a girl or a boy.
I was thrown out of the closet when I was 16. Here is my story. I met her at school. Her smile drew me in and her warmth and personality made me always want to be around her. We joined the basketball team. Fantastic because not only was it my favorite sport,but it gave me a reason to spend more time with her. We saw each other at school and at practice daily and it wasn’t long before we were spending weekends and other moments together. Then it happened. We met each other in a classroom before class started and had a few moments alone and she kissed me. The moment I had dreamt about and couldn’t wait for had finally arrived.
Before I was queer, I thought I was happy. I was marrying my best friend, I was doing a PhD on something I was deeply curious about, and I had a wonderful group of friends. Then I met her, and it was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I went from a world in monochrome to glorious technicolour. She brought this wonderful, harrowing, and profound change in me and my experience of everything. I learned to love more deeply than I knew was possible, and to hurt more intensely, too. The chemistry I felt with her was undeniable, and the connection. I ended my engagement weeks before the wedding, and shortly after started dating her. It was a 2 year rollercoaster of off again on again relationship. We actually had relationship therapy to work out how to break up. We needed it.
I am 62 years old and I have known I was bisexual since the age of 14. In my early teens, in the late 1960’s, anyone who was openly gay or bisexual were called all sorts of names and ridiculed beyond belief, my father used to use the phrases ‘woolly’ for ‘woolly woofter’ and, if he wanted to be really cruel he would call anyone who was gay ‘uphill gardeners’.
So this is going to be a little funny story of coming out. I was 14 (19 now) and I was hanging out with a friend who I knew was gay but at the time I wasnt. Keeping in mind we are both males. So we are hanging out playing games and he starts telling […]
I’ve known I was bisexual since high school. Sexually, romantically, and emotionally interested in both men and women. All of friends throughout my life have been LGBT or allies, my little brother is openly gay, and members of my family know I’m bi and couldn’t be more supportive. However, I’ve chosen to present myself as a hetero ally to the public and members of the LGBT community, especially relating to LGBT issues. I’d like to explain why.
My mother was 37 when she fell in love with a woman, the same age I am now. It was 1974, I was 14, and the woman my mother fell in love with was the principal of my brothers’ and sisters’ new grade school, a nun who also happened to be my mother’s boss.