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

I haven’t. I came here for advice on how but I don’t plan to until I’m independent. My parents support the LGBTQ group but idk how they’d feel if one of us came out right this second.

I really want to run out of a closet wearing nothing but the lesbian flag, but since my family is homophobic it might not turn out so well

so to come out to my friends, i set up a kahoot and it was about me, there was a question that said “is *my name* gay, and they all picked yes lol so yeah. i cant come out to my parents because they definitely wouldnt take me seriously and say im too young to know im a lesbian and demisexual.

I accidentally came out to my mom a few days ago. My mom saw my nonbinary pride flag sticker from school and asked me about it. I said it was the nonbinary pride flag and walked away.

I told my family one at a time over the course of tenth grade, and then after that, went to school, and told one guy, "I'm gay, pass it on," because a) liberal-ish school, and b) it was easier to just take advantage of the rumor mill.

And now that I'm in college, I just come out whenever it becomes relevant. Or t-shirts. T-shirts work, too.

I'm out to everyone but my family. I have no idea when I want to come out, but I do know that I want to do the cake thing. I want the cake because my flag only has 3 colors so it would be easy to make and because I'll have cake to celebrate if it goes well and if it goes bad then I have cake to cry eat.

Honestly it was a rollercoaster for me
I'm 20, pan and nonbinary, with a transfem older sister

I wasn't the "miserable trans child", I was the "oblivious about gender stuf" (probably because I'm on the spectrum, because sometimes I still can't process it)

I was 14-15 when I fully realized I wasn't a girl, and it was because my friends said it'd be fun to dress up as boys one day for school.
It wasn't because I ended up with the biggest existential crisis I'd ever had.

Then I told them, because I wanted to experiment with male pronouns (I live in Spain and the language sadly is very gendered so I was clueless about neutral pronouns), the accepting friends I kept, the dumb ones I learned to ignore over time.

I cut my 24 inches hair and rocked an undercut for a year till I discovered genderfluid and nonbinary was a thing, and met the greatest egg I've ever met, who later came out as agender and who's family has been one of my main supports.

Then I told my psychology class when I was 17 doing a presentation with my best friend, where she asked if they would recognize a trans person even if they hadn't been told (they were so full of lies because none of them knew except my friends) and then me sitting on a table called them out, followed by a big group hug (I'm touch averse but it was so emotional and nerve wracking that I didn't even care) and proceeded to gaslight the rest of the class into using my preferred name without having to explain anything because they just copied the others (I told them when they asked but really I was just happy to enjoy the interactions bc it was my last year on that school and didn't feel the need to explain my existence to anyone).

Now, everyone knew but my family, and even knowing that they couldn't react wrong (my sister had come out a few years prior to me and everyone was happy for her) I still had anxiety and depression to keep me from saying anything.

After 3 years and 2 failed attempts at telling them (it's hard to get attention when there are 7 siblings) I finally ended up having a really bad panic attack one day on the shower and ended up telling them (-15/10 experience, wouldn't recommend at all)
Some took more time to get with it because apparently my sister had been very obvious when growing up, but i was just a quiet drawing animals kind of kid.

It's been almost 3 years since that and while some people are really confused I'm mostly good with everything, because I have a really supportive family and group of online and irl friends that help me ignore idiots.

Hope everyone has a Happy Pride Month and a reminder that you don't need to come out to be you, and even if your current situation is not good, you can get to a better one. 🏳️‍🌈
(Sorry if this was too long)

I told my Mom and, well, supposedly best friends that I was gay. Within 2 months I was set up for a.... well, I showed up with 2 gal of gas and there was several dozen people hiding in the bushes. Murder was on their mind. This was when gaybashing was a sport. I some how got the hell outa there and moved to the city away from my hometown. Several ys later I was told that the ringleader had been killed by his FIL. Karma. I am happy, well adjusted man. For the younger folk remember, it is upon the shoulders of those that came before you that you may stand proud and safe!!

I actually got in trouble and my mom went through my phone and saw that in one of my texts I mentioned being lesbian :). Long story short she yelled at me said I was just confused and kicked me out of the house

I live in a small village and was raised extremely katholic. Like praying every night with holy water, go to church twice a week and no meal without a pray stuff. It changed after a while, I'm atheist even as a child, but it still hunts me a little bit.

The problem is I'm pan. And I was in love with a transdude. In my small village he was seen as tomboy. Everyone pronounced him wrong, because nobody understood. We talked a lot about it and started to slowly love each other. We went to a birthday party, slept in the same bed and cuddled the whole night and the next day pretending we where still asleep. When my mom picked me up we texted each other and got in a relationship. We where still in the car when my phone died. That was the worst scenario ever.
My mom asked me whats going on and I simply answered. "Two from the party are going to get in a relationship. I don't want to miss something." after a while she looked at me and said "so... You and [bad name] right?"
"uhm... M-maybe?"
"I don't like her... But if she makes you happy..."
"actually [bad name] is a boy... He wants to be called [name]"

My mom was extremely cool with it. I'm in a relationship with a gender fluid person now. My mom still calls my ex with his bad name and has some problems with he/she/they (maybe because they doesn't really exist in German)
But she and the rest of my family supports me. My mom wears a rainbow pin when she is at work and calls me her rainbow child.
She even goes to the csd and magical pride with me.

Invited a pretty girl I'd met at a conservative Christian all girls camp LITERAL DAYS BEFORE to a party with all my gay friends. Mere hours before the party I'd realized I was Bisexual and had a crush on her, so everyone still thought I was just an ally- Anyway we go to this party, end up cuddling in front of the sunset, and one of my lesbian friends walks by... and makes a joke about me being the token straight-
I just looked at xem, looked at my arm around this adorable girl, then went "uhhhhh Hazel? I'm not straight"
Epilogue: Came out to all of my friends at that party and have been dating that person for almost a year :)

Came out as bi when I was 14, I told my parents. Got a lot of flack for announcing it publicly. Today, I don’t really label my gender but I know that I’m definitely not straight (I feel a slight attraction to girls sometimes). I really haven’t come out to family and only to a few select people at work by saying “I like both guys and girls.”

Im at a bording school. One of my friends had a great gaydar and went to every queer person on our floor (half of them are gay) and ask them weather they are a lesbian or bisexual.

So I came out to my friend by just simply mentioning "I'm bisexual" and she was like, "That's great!" and we continued with our work. Anyway, like 15 mins later another friend that I invited over was there and when she came inside my house she asked: "Are you going to come out to her yet?" I had already told this friend, let's name her Sam, that I was bi. It was really coincidental especially since I hadn't told her I was planning on coming out to anyone yet.

I haven't
yet…

I don't think I ever really did, at least not in the "sit down with X person" and tell them, sense. Growing up, I always knew I was bi and had some experiences but never really dated anyone until I was out of HS.

My Mom found out when she asked me where I was going one day and I just said, "To pickup my girlfriend, Beth." There was a pause, and all I remember her saying was, "Drive safe". There were no real discussions or anything about it until years later but that was mostly due to my Mom's own shift on the spectrum into ace. Then the discussions were her usually haranguing me about why I wanted relationships or to date, etc. Those were... stressful talks.

I don't think my Dad ever knew, but I can't say for sure since we'd been estranged for years before his death. I can guess his reaction wouldn't have been good, though. I did see a cousin on my Dad's side once while I was at Walmart with another girlfriend, we were holding hands. We didn't stop to talk to him, just smiled and waved and carried on. Whether he told anyone or not, I don't know. I'd been estranged from my Dad's side too, still am.

As I got older, I realized that instead of bi, I was pansexual. If I like you, I like you, to put it simply. I explored kink, etc.

Currently, I'm not sure if it's because of my age or what, but while I'm still pan I've also fallen into the ace spectrum somewhere. Life is definitely a journey!

So I guess my story is really anticlimactic. I'm thankful for that though, because I know my experience is unusual. I've lost family and friends but not because of my orientation. Sometimes I wonder if that's a good thing or not.

Sooo... i got in trouble for putting my gender as male on google and I yelled that I was a guy. All my friends asked my pronouns and I told them he/they/ze/xem.

(Im a girl)
I went home and said to my family and said "I'm pan and have a girlfriend," then went to my room. My family didn't bug me about it and accepted me.

Honestly it was a rollercoaster for me
I'm 20, pan and nonbinary, with a transfem older sister

I wasn't the "miserable trans child", I was the "oblivious about gender stuf" (probably because I'm on the spectrum, because sometimes I still can't process it)

I was 14-15 when I fully realized I wasn't a girl, and it was because my friends said it'd be fun to dress up as boys one day for school.
It wasn't because I ended up with the biggest existential crisis I'd ever had.

Then I told them, because I wanted to experiment with male pronouns (I live in Spain and the language sadly is very gendered so I was clueless about neutral pronouns), the accepting friends I kept, the dumb ones I learned to ignore over time.

I cut my 24 inches hair and rocked an undercut for a year till I discovered genderfluid and nonbinary was a thing, and met the greatest egg I've ever met, who later came out as agender and who's family has been one of my main supports.

Then I told my psychology class when I was 17 doing a presentation with my best friend, where she asked if they would recognize a trans person even if they hadn't been told (they were so full of lies because none of them knew except my friends) and then me sitting on a table called them out, followed by a big group hug (I'm touch averse but it was so emotional and nerve wracking that I didn't even care) and proceeded to gaslight the rest of the class into using my preferred name without having to explain anything because they just copied the others (I told them when they asked but really I was just happy to enjoy the interactions bc it was my last year on that school and didn't feel the need to explain my existence to anyone).

Now, everyone knew but my family, and even knowing that they couldn't react wrong (my sister had come out a few years prior to me and everyone was happy for her) I still had anxiety and depression to keep me from saying anything.

After 3 years and 2 failed attempts at telling them (it's hard to get attention when there are 7 siblings) I finally ended up having a really bad panic attack one day on the shower and ended up telling them (-15/10 experience, wouldn't recommend at all)
Some took more time to get with it because apparently my sister had been very obvious when growing up, but i was just a quiet drawing animals kind of kid.

It's been almost 3 years since that and while some people are really confused I'm mostly good with everything, because I have a really supportive family and group of online and irl friends that help me ignore idiots.

Hope everyone has a Happy Pride Month and a reminder that you don't need to come out to be you, and even if your current situation is not good, you can get to a better one. 🏳️‍🌈
(Sorry if this was too long)

I wrote an e-mail I never intended to send. Then hit enter at the wrong time and sent it to my parents. I am bisexual, married to a man, and have 2 boys. But all that was out the window, if I am bi I MUST be sleeping with lots of men and women. Luckily I've been able to get through to my parents about the difference between attraction and actively boinking people.