Today on this gloomy, overcast, November afternoon I have decided to sit down at my keyboard and share with you the story of my, for lack of a better term, coming out. I would not say my story is completely unique, nor that it is a common one. It is unique in many different ways, but at its core is the same as all other stories of its nature, just like we as humans are different in who we are, but we live, breathe, and love as one species.
Since I got out of a relationship with a fiance I had for 4 years, i've been hooking up with random women to fill the empty void in my heart. i've forgotten how to care and respect a women. i would only use the women who were worth something to stick around and who cared for me to get to the next women i would cheat with. i was becoming, and stilll am, really a worthless piece of shit. but then one night i couldnt stop the thoughts in my mind from taking over and i allowed myself to hear what my head had tried to tell me many times.
My mom just told me she wouldn't be okay with me being transgender. This bothers me. I mean, I don't think I am transgender, not completely, not even mostly, but I am closer to being so than most people are.
It is very rare that I have the opportunity to read a piece of writing that sticks with me, that makes me think well beyond the initial reading and well into the future. Tonight I have been fortunate enough to do just that. The piece of writing I read is from a gay gentleman, who has lived a pretty rewarding and satisfying life where he has had ample opportunities, yet the one thing he truly has his heart set on he cannot complete and that is marriage.
I recommend that anyone within the LGBT community and beyond read the words this man has to share.
I was 19 when I came out. My friends said they thought I should have came out sooner, but I guess the timing didn't feel right. I don't regret coming out at 19, but I realize now that had I done so sooner I would have been much more happier through the awkward and demanding teenage years. I am just luck my friends and family accept me for who I am.
Does anybody think age makes a difference when coming out? Do you think a person should be out by the time they are in college?
Just to let you know, this is a pretty big wall of text... I also hope that the fact that I'm new won't get in the way of you giving me advice.
So today I finally came out to my friend Chelsea. She moved away about a year and a half ago,but we've kept in touch. Even though we're really good friends there was always this tension because she liked me and I knew, but was too much of a coward to ever address the issue.
I started to paint the fence in front of my house yesturday. I get paid $7 an hour. I don't think I've ever tried to work so slow in my life. So far I've earned $42. I hope my dad doesn't cetch on that I'm working incredibably slow to get more money out of him...
Earlier this year I hit a wave of depression that was just crippling. On a couple of instances during this time I thought about killing myself and on one occasion was prepared to do so. I think the one thing that kept me from doing it wasn't really my family or friends but instead was the kids I work with.
This is here for all the people from the UK, I found this on another site but they may be using people from other countries as well
After about a year and a 1/4 of reluctance I've finally come out somewhere where I was a bit afraid to.
May 7, 2007
i was watching a doco last night about homosexuality and the music industry called "Sex'n'pop". this guy, ari gold i think his name was, said that gays have been accepted to a point in media/society at large because we are presesented as asexual beings. it's ok to have gay characters on a show, eg Will & Grace but only as long as they are never seen being intimate with other men.