My coming out experience has been generally anti-climatic. I first came out to my younger sister over a year ago. I don't know why I did, she's an annoying pain in the ass but I guess I saw the opportunity in our conversation and just went for it. She thought it was funny and when we got home she kept pointing to me and mouthing "She's a lesbian!" to my mom, who was sitting on the couch. When my mom noticed, she turned to me and asked if it was true. I went ahead and said yes because, like earlier, it was an opportunity to not have to psyche myself out with anticipation and anxiety. My mother went through the whole "It's just a phase and you don't really know" thing but she just kinda got over it. Even though that wasn't that bad, what really sucked was that my mother insisted on ripping me out of the closet instead of letting me come out on my own. She told many of my family members without my consent, some of whom I really wanted to tell myself, and others, like my stepfather, who she shouldn't have told at all. My stepfather is a huge jerk about it, he makes fun of me all of the time and often tells me that I'm a lesbian only because I "can't get a guy." I knew he would be horrible about it and I'm not surprised that my mother was stupid enough to tell him. Not only that, but since my sister views it as a big joke, she also makes fun of me and acts like I'm attracted to her, as if just because I'm a lesbian, I obviously must be incestuous also. I'm slowly coming out to my friends now, I've come out to over half of them now. Most of them are cool, so I'm not that worried about it. The only odd coming out experience I've had with friends was a few months ago when I told my friend, Kimber. I was really nervous and when I finally told her she said she didn't care. Suddenly, from that day on, I stopped seeing her at lunch and we have stopped talking. I can't help but think that she was actually weirded out by it even though she said she was ok.
Wow, I just realized that I wrote a lot, probably way too much. Oh well.
