I do not believe in God and I smoked weed with my youth pastor on Wednesday nights when you made me go to church.

Shoutout to pastor Dave.

When I (F, Bi) came out to my dad, I effectively said,

"Hey, so... There's no great way to say this but I also like girls."

Without looking up from what he was cooking, he said,

"Huh. Me too!"

And after a short pause,

"The real question is... Why would you like men?"

I laughed my butt off :)
My parents have both been super supportive and I'm incredibly grateful for them.

I was asked to tell my cousin after she came home from school asking what "gay" means. She was in 1st grade, so I described it in terms of love and family. When I broke the news that I am gay, she got the biggest look of fear in her eyes and was on the verge of crying: "Did you go get married and not invite me?".

When I came out as lesbian to my dad (didn't know I was actually trans back then):
sent him ''girls'' by girl in red while sitting in the same room
''What are you saying with that?''
''I like girls''
''Ok.... Do the girls like you back?''
''I hope so xd''.

I came out as trans a few months ago and my parents bought me a bunch of stuff with the trans flag and my new name all over it to affirm my gender. I love them so much.

‘Can I call you Santa Claus then’

‘Wh- why?’

‘Because you’re a jolly gay man’.

This isn’t my big coming out story to my parents or siblings, all who just said cool, but a smaller coming out story. A kid I babysat/nannied for once out of the blue asked me if I was bisexual. I told him I was and asked why he was asking/how he knew. He said, “yeah that makes sense, bisexuals all dress really cool and you have very cool style.” I was so happy that that was the stereotype 11 year old kids were learning about bisexual people.

I was terrified to come out to my Nana, Bampi and uncle because my grandparents are fairly old and my uncle is very Christian, but they were super supportive and my uncle basically said "There's no rule on changing your body because your body and soul aren't the same, no matter what you are you're still you and that's what matters" so :] that was pretty good. more supportive than my parents initially were, had a cool medical conversation with my Nana about it afterwards but yeah, I'm just glad.

The best reaction I have gotten was from my cardiac service dog, when I told him he licked my face and lied on my lap. He is a very open minded pup 😅.

I have so many.

My first coming out was to a new family doctor. She was reading through my file, asked about my depression. I gave the usual reasons, lousy job, few friends, then because I was incredibly sleep deprived I blurted out gender dysphoria, realized what I said, and had a panic attack so hard I passed out. When I recovered her response was just "okay then, I'm putting you on all three psychiatrist referral lists." and that was the moment I decided I was going to transition.

I came out to my closest friend a few hours later, while I was still a nervous wreck from realizing I was finally doing this after twenty plus years of wanting it, and when I finally told him he laughed, "Wait, that's it? I was worried it was something serious!" and gave me so much comfort.

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When I came out to my brother, he was super quiet to the point where it scared me, then whispered "Well... That explains... A Lot." And gave me rare hugs. He's the best, even if he lives 3 hours away I feel closer to him than I have in a decade.

First few times I tried to talk to mum about being trans, I got laughed at and rediculed.

At this point, pretty much everyone but my dad knows. When I get an endocrinologist appointment, I ask my brother to drive me over. From what I pieced together later, brother told mum that I was going with him to the endo, she misunderstood and thought the appointment was for him, and so told dad about it, then he goes and asks brother what's going on. Brother explains that he should be asking me, so late at night when I'm already preparing to go to bed, dad barges in and goes "SO WHAT'S AN ENDOCRINOLOGIST?" scaring me half to death. By all the fortunes of the world, he actually accepted me begging not to talk about it now and backed off before I completely melted down. I then spent an all-nighter writing an elaborate letter to him about my dysphoria, my new name and pronouns, and that I'm transitioning even if it means being disowned because not transitioning has been k*****g me. He takes the letter I left on his desk and vanishes that morning on a week long business trip with no contact, leaving me a nervous wreck. When he gets back, his only remark is that's okay, do what makes you happy.

Rather ironic and that's the complete opposite of what I had expected from parents and brother, considering how as a kid, Mum constantly threatened to braid my hair or paint my nails if I didn't keep them short and regularly griped that I should have been a girl, while dad was always complaining how I had none of the usual guy interests, and me and brother were constantly pushed into an incredibly adversarial relationship because of the toxic levels of 'fairness' parents enforced, eg. not being able to go out with friends alone if brother didn't have his own thing to do, or have my own computer until they thought he was ready.

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When I was still only occasionally girlmode in private, about 6 months on HRT, mum's friend came over without warning and found me making lunch in a skirt and nail polish, and considering she's a church leader originally from Texas, I was terrified, but held my cool when she said "that's a new outfit." and I managed to get out that yes, it's new because I'm transitioning, please call me Samantha. She was extremely accepting, and the only thing she asked was if I should be called it just when dressed up like that, or all the time, and I explained always, it's a brain thing, not a clothing thing.

And that was the day I went full time girl mode.

“So long as you’re happy, I’m happy… you gotta admit, it’s kinda weird though… I mean, BOTH of you?!”

“Yep, both of us.”

“So what do I call you now? And are we still gonna play video games together? And watch Mandalorian and stuff?”

“Yep.”

“Okay!”

My husband and I both came out as trans (in my defense, he started it!) and we have a young teen. Our kid is amused but happy for us. I’m now mom, my husband is now dad, and things are good. We were worried it would be hard on our kid, but we spent far more time preparing than our kid did adjusting. We’ve been attentive to any concerns, but so far our kid is happy and moving right along in life.

I was sitting a few feet behind my brother and was watching him play a video game. He said "you're gay" and I just said "Yep." He turned around and stared at me for a few seconds then said "Ok", then turned around and continued playing his game.

I came out to my sister and she freaked out (in a good way) because she had been planning on coming out to me as bisexual that same night.

My brother said "ok, so we both have the same opinion on b***s. nice." and now he's started sending pics of anime waifus and asking me to rate them 1-10.

Told my partner I loved being his girlfriend but I really wanted to be his boyfriend. He said "Hey I wouldn't mind a boyfriend!"

He's bi 😊.

Guy I know at college started kind of hitting on me. In my head I was like “ohhh here we go “. I took a deep breath and told him I was ace. Turns out his sister is ace. He backed off, and started asking respectful questions. From discussing my asexuality we moved into talking about dating and being single in general. He still acts a little flirty with me from time to time and I find him kind of annoying , but I was pleasantly surprised at how respectful and kind he was when I came out to him.

I live in a country where being gay is not very accepted by the society, but when I came out to one of my more recent friends(who I thought was very open minded and she was), she basically thanked me for trusting her enough to tell her and came back out to me!! I couldn't have been more happier!!