Hey LGBTQ+ Pandas, In Honor Of Pride Month, How Did You Come Out? (Closed)

I never did. I believe that sexuality is a continuous and not categories and people might move in that scale. I prefer men but sometimes feel atracted to women. As I only dated two people and they were both men my family and most people considers me hetero. If i would ever date a woman I would just introduce her. But I do not think that its something to reveal, just part of me.

just started wearing things with the ace flag until they noticed and asked me about it

I simply sat down on the couch with my mom and said "Mom I have something to tell you. I think I'm bisexual." (I knew I was, I just have a habit of saying I think when I dont know how people will react) She completely supported me! I ended up texting my dad and ik this is dumb, but I said, ''I'm bi,now bye". But he supported me too! I think my grandma knows, my aunt knows, and all of my friends know.

I didn't. It was actually my little sister. She told my entire family about my girlfriend and how I was pansexual (they were all very supportive!).

My brother yelled "YOU'RE GAY" at me and I yelled back "I KNOW A**HOLE".
I'm pansexual so now he just makes jokes about how I'm attracted to frying pans. Super original bro.

I came out as a trans female to my dad during an argument 2 years ago. He screamed at me for it bc I was "his son". Fast forward to today, he doesn't really understand or get it, but is definitely a lot more supportive than he originally was, and I'm glad my mom has been supportive the whole way. I hope everyone has a happy pride month!

I've got multiple answers as I've had multiple revelations about myself over the years. First was as a teenager. My brother had come out, my mom and I were all, "yeah we know," everyone was super accepting, I added "I actually think Im bi too" and there it comes, from accepting of my brother's gayness immediately to bi-erasure. Mom said, "you like guys too much, you'll get over it" like being attracted to men and women isn't valid. And then... 20 years of not a lot of effort put into dating and an absolute repulsion of kissing later, I'm in my 30s now, and I learn, asexuality is a thing, and a spectrum, and I find a name for how I feel about people. Kiss adverse, panromantic, asexual. Unfortunately, the mother who was so quick to get into bi-erasure the first time is gone, I loved her dearly. My father just nodded, my friends were like, "That explains a lot." my life is easier now that I know what I want in a partner.

I haven't done it just but honestly I want to just text them or something

I told my mum on January 1st, after we were talking about conversion therapy. Said I was ace.

My brother said he liked women so I said that's one thing we have in common and ran to my room

Well, since I like art I decided to draw a pan-da :) It was a panda but it had pansexual colors in it “pink, yellow, blue” and I wrote a letter about my sexuality and gave it to my mom!

On June 1st, I drew a pan flag on my face and wore yellow, pink, and blue beads. My little brother did the same with bi colors. We were sick of hiding and we didn't anymore.

My (now) husband and I had been dating for about 2 months when I announced I was flying home for the holidays. He asked if he could come, and I of course said yes - but we'd have to pretend to be "friends" as I was not out to my parents yet. Well... we arrived on Christmas Eve and my uncle had a heart attack and died that night. Cue all the family drama. Two nights later, I was sneaking back into my bedroom from the guest room where my then-boyfriend was sleeping when my mom switched on the light in the living room where she was waiting for me and asked super-dramatically, "is he your LOVER?" Shocked, I admitted he was and we had our required Lifetime Movie moment. I'm very lucky that my entire family has welcomed my hubby and has been super supportive.

I came out as ace to my family in a game of Two Truths and a Lie. My mom said it was "probably just a phase" but is fairly supportive. A few years later she asked me in the car about my labels and I told her about my gender. I never really came out to my friends, it just came up in conversation and nobody cared. Side note, why do people never see the "they" part of she/they pronouns?

Hey guys I’m still young and havent identified myself but for those who have or haven’t stand tall and be proud!!🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Yep it's me again. I couldn't edit mine so here's the added part.

I'm now a gender fluid lesbian and none of my parents know. Neither does my cousin or my ex.

Don't know if this counts, the thing is I have trans flags as wallpapers in my phone 'cause I thought it would be a silly and silent way to come out but then realized that would never happen. Well, just this wednesday during lunch one of my classmates came to me and asked in her most little voice "I saw your wallpaper by accident but since, how should I call you? Like, what are your pronouns?" And then I just spoke out my name and pronouns for the first time and now I'm so proud of her for being so nice about it 💖🏳️‍🌈

(trigger warning) Well, it was around 8:34pm, so nighttime. (During the moment I came out) my dad was leaving to go pick up a KFC order, since my mom didn't feel like making dinner. So, I asked to come along. I was feeling cooped up and frankly on the edge of yet another panic attack. I just needed some fresh air. As I was getting dressed I remember having a passing thought, that this would be a perfect opportunity to come out to my dad. I only had that thought because I had just come out to an online friend, who happened to also be Muslim. If I didn't get a positive response I wouldn't have been bold enough to even think of it. And the only reason I even told my online friend was because I was going to *attempt* to kill myself later that week. That was the plan, anyways. I was on an adrenaline high, which is why I thought about it. So fast forward, we get in the car and at some point I start really considering telling my dad. (Keep in mind, my relationship with him at the time was very distant, but my relationship with my mom was downright toxic.) Since I was going to attempt anyways, I thought it wouldn't even matter. It was a last resort type of thing. I didn't actually plan on coming out, the thought came up and eventually I just burst into tears thinking about how my dad could react. So I clutched my phone, (in case he decided to kick me out of the car or something) and asked him to pull over. At this point I was sobbing hysterically and he knew something was up. So we stopped, and I just kept repeating "you're gonna hate me" and "you're gonna hit me" (my parents used corporal punishment up until I was 11 because I couldn't speak out against it, and they didn't know any better)
and he was very calm and kept telling me that no matter what he wouldn't hate me, or hurt me, and I could tell him. So I did. I told him that sometimes I felt like a boy, and sometimes I felt like a girl, and sometimes I felt like neither. And I kept repeating that in different ways, and kept telling him that I didn't want to be that way, but I just was and that I kept praying and praying but I was still having these feelings, this discomfort in my own skin. He basically took like 30 seconds to process it, and it felt like hours of excruciating silence on his end, as I waited for his response. Strangely I remember feeling very numb, like I was watching everything go down from outside of my body. Yet I was also the one experiencing what felt to be thousands of emotions at once. I'd never felt that way before, so it was definitely a weird experience. When he finally processed it, he just sort of said something along the lines of "okay. I support you." Everything was a blur at that point honestly. My family is extremely religious, extremely conservative. We're Muslim and immigrated from a Muslim country. I knew for a fact my family hated gay people, but I didn't know how they felt about transgender people, but I knew my dad was supportive about my depression and anxiety. His reaction shocked me. I went throw a wave of relief, fear, gratefulness, and pride. Yes, pride in my own identity. That was the first time I'd felt it. We had a long conversation about it, and I kept asking him if he had any questions I could answer and he didn't ask a single question. Simply comforted me as we spoke. He kept telling me that he loved me, and that he supported me. And I frankly couldn't stop crying. Not from fear, but from relief. The happiness I felt was like none other I'd felt beforehand. I expected him to literally abandon me on the streets, which is wayyyy dramatic and would be completely out of character for my father. Eventually he stopped me and told me we had to go because the food was getting cold. It made me laugh, and I cried all the way home lmao. Happy tears. We went home, I enjoyed the delicious fried chicken, and danced around my room and cried. But stuff went down afterwards so it was bittersweet. I was 12 when this all happened.

I told my friends first because they would understand. I told my brother after that because he is trans. I told my mother because she is very accepting. I told my father via poem. It took him a bit, but he understands now.

My gender identity is still firmly in the closet (if nothing else, I'm still figuring that bit out). When it came to my sexuality, I got outed at school. I'd told a few close friends that I had a crush on a girl (I'm AFAB) and that I'm pretty sure I'm bi, someone overhead and leaked it to most of the year. After some pressuring, my friends got me to tell my parents. So I went to mum casually that "the girl I had a crush on found out and now it's really awkward". Her response was basically to tell me it's normal to be attracted to women lol. My mum gives off strong bi vibes and that is honestly pretty dang cool. I always knew it was going to go fine with my parents since my brother came out as gay a few years previously. Anyway, happy Pride my friends :D 🏳️‍🌈