When I told my mom I was lesbian, I was so scared I wrote a note instead of talking to her. It was pretty short, just "I like girls, not boys, hope you're okay with that." And I attached some informational packets. It was kind of chicken of me not to talk face-to-face about it, but the next day she knocked on my door and told me she was okay with it. If you're really scared a note could be helpful, but maybe a spoken conversation could start with "Mom? I have something important to tell you. You might actually know this already, but in case you don't, I'm gay." It sounds like you're not in any danger of not being accepted, so that's one less thing to worry about. Whatever you choose to say, buena suerte! (Good luck!)

You could ask how things are going with her LGBTQ board are going and let it drift from there. Good luck, love.

3 wheels are better than 4!
If homosexuality is a disease, let's all call in queer to work: "Hello. Can't work today, still queer."

Well, see, I was going to come out to my parents soon after i had finnaly figured it out myself, but mom and dad kinda put some pressure on me. See, what happened was Mom and Dad knew that I was gay looong before I figured out what it meant. They caught me looking @ gay porn on the compy and while I totally didn't think that it meant I was gay at all, they prolly started to see then and there then and there that I wasn't all that hetero. Fast forward a couple of years. When *I* finnaly figured that I was gay (Through reading a book on teenage sexuality) I was thrilled to know who I was, but I had know idea how I was ever going to talk to anyone about it. I had to get my feelings out, so I started a sort of journal where I explored and recorded my feelings. Well, one day as Mom and Dad were cleaning out my backpack (I don't remember why) they found a crumpled piece of paper which I wrote @ school. They told me that they found it and confessed to having found my journal thingy as well while going through my room. (!?!) Dad said he only went in there because I had become "secretive" lately and he wanted to know what was up. Fuck, I was pissed... They asked (as they had many times before) If I had anything about this that I wanted to tell them. I said no. I came out a few days later to my Mom, who told my Dad. I figured that I might as well; they read me say it in the journal. So really, I came out, but they knew already... It turned out pretty good. There was no yelling, so it was ok. It's not always perfect, but it's pretty good.

When/ if you decide to come out to them, make sure to be direct. Try to be confident. Do it on your own time, when you are ready. Don't come out if you guys are having an argument. Make sure you have somewhere to spend the night, so that if things *do* get bad, you have somewhere to go to let them/you cool off. And remember that whatever happens, things get better with time. Good luck.

Guys are pretty confusing, and apparently drooling over them doesn't really break the ice...

When I told my mom I was bi, she acted like she already knew.
I felt kind of bad because I had been dreading telling her for a long time.
I was going through real cartwheels over it, and I meant to tell her about ten different times without actually doing it.

My whole family doesn't even know yet, but my sister does.

Most of my friends already knew before I told them, but not all of them.
When I told this one guy it was funny because the words didn't reach his brain for about three seconds after I told him and he kept talking and then he suddenly stopped and said, "what? really?".
It has been getting easier each time I tell someone.
The first time I told anyone was the hardest.

We had seen a gay black guy on the TV a few days ago, and she mentioned she wouldn't care. So I waited, and then eventually we had the conversation, but she initiated it.
I've been out..Gosh? Going on 3 years? I was...14, So Yes, Almost 3 years.

Thinking you are beautiful is like an oreo cookie. You either love the inside, The outside, or the entire thing.