I came out not once, but TWICE!
The first time I came out, I was 15 years old. I blasted it on a website where anyone could ask questions anonymously or not; I figured I might as well make it in one swift motion so I wouldn’t have to tell people all the time and they wouldn’t have to question me- it was undeniably on my profile. The only part I neglected to do after quietly posting the initial “shocker” online was telling my parents..
“Luckily”, one of the cis het males of my graduating class told his mom, who just so happened to be close friends with my mom, who then emailed my mom a link to all the answers on my profile. So, freshman me was getting picked up from school one day and that’s when I was asked, “is there something you need to tell me?”
This story in particular has stayed as conserved in my memory as a Van Gogh. I am lucky to have it, I learned from it, and the second time I came out, my family was the first to know.. then the world later, but only after I took the lead narrative.
