Coming-out Novels & Stories

Dad doesn't know yet that I'm gay, I'm sure he'll be okay with it just like mom, but I want my coming out story to come from my own mouth at the right time and not by being caught hooking up with a guy. "Like right now?" He asked, scratching his head, a little bit confused at my sudden decision. "Yes, right now. My dad's coming home," I spat right at him dead in the eye as he quickly understood and got on his feet quickly. He was entirely naked as well, and his softened manhood jiggled into view. That thing served its purpose last night. "Where're my jeans?" He asked after I handed him his boxers and shirt.

My mom was hurting, and she had a long way to go, but at least she didn’t make excuses for my dad anymore. Dr Marsh came over every day to see her; apparently, they used to be best friends back when they attended college together. Of course, when she came over, Liam tagged along, so I have been seeing him every day. As my body heals, so does my mind, and I have decided to come out to my mom soon. The procession eventually moves to our house. I catch Liam following me when I walk out into the kitchen, and he gives me a tight smile. “How are you doing?” he asks, and I shrug.

That’s all I ask. My legs felt weak as I stumbled back against the table, pressing a hand to my chest like I could hold myself together. I remembered the first time I came out, back in high school. My father had waved it off, thinking it was a phase, a joke, something I would grow out of. My mother had dragged me to church, thinking prayer would fix it. Kids had made fun of me, whispered about me and tried to corner me in the halls, but I had stood my ground, refusing to back down or hide who I was.

“It’s because of you I haven’t come out yet. Because I know the moment I do, you’ll disappear. You’ll stop calling. You’ll stop being seen with me.” “That’s not true,” I lie. “You won’t even hold my hand in public,” he snaps. “But you want me behind closed doors.” I look away. “I’m tired,” he says quietly. “I’m tired of hiding. I want to be me. I want to embrace who I am.” He steps closer again, searching my face. “Let’s come out together,” he says. “There are people like us here. Even in this school. There’s a whole community. Why are you so obsessed with pretending to be straight?”

They had plans later, and I knew it but Reed and Alec didn’t, and he was on the down low about him and Kairos to the guys, since he didn’t want them to know they were gay. But he told them he had somewhere to go with Kairos after class, glancing at Alec, whose expression remained neutral. Was he ready to come out to them? I wondered, and just then, I recalled what happened after our meeting yesterday—how he’d gone after Kairos right in front of them after that chaotic meeting. I made a mental note to ask him. Alec, on the other hand, just shrugged. “No pressure. Just let me know if you make it or if you’re out.”

I couldn’t know how wide of the mark my imaginary speech was, and I was about to find out this day. But Sid is right. A bit of protest can’t hurt, so I pulled a rude T-shirt on - the one with, ‘Sorry I’m late - I didn’t want to come,’ on it and set off when the first bells could be heard. The expression on my mother’s face as I reached the front door, made the effort worthwhile.

he asked. I shook my head, “Not always… I didn’t have a good experience with my dad when he found out and my mom didn’t know until I came out to her when I was doing my therapy sessions with her.” I tell him. “Some people judge and question you about it, but there are people who are just open-minded that they just accept it.” He nods, “I see… I never really thought about that.” I sighed, “Has anyone ever come out to you?”

AUGUST Coming out to Mary was definitely or more so, undoubtedly the best thing that happened to this miserable day. It was never the kind of coming out that I was expecting, however, I was more than glad and somehow relieved that I managed to let everything out with such ease. I was nervous for the most part; the nerves were tingling my spine but that’s only because I’m having a nostalgic moment. When I first came out back when I was still in Highmont, I was trembling as hell. The nervousness that I felt earlier was just like small ant bites compared to the extremities that I felt the first time.

Julian did not come home that night. At exactly midnight, I silently wished myself a happy birthday. I remembered how, on the way to accept his award, he had still remembered to book a candlelit dinner. "When I'm done, we'll celebrate. It's your birthday too." But now he was celebrating another woman's birthday in a way that shut me out completely. My phone chimed. Someone sent me an anonymous video. In the footage, Vivian's pale upper body was draped in a thin, almost transparent veil. Her pose was deliberately provocative.

Yeah, that's odd. Time passes swiftly, like a ticking clock. The day after tomorrow I was murmuring about is now, as in today. This is it. I take a deep breath as I look at myself in a giant mirror. I’m wearing a red spaghetti strap top and a pastel tactical skirt, paired with Gucci boots. A knock interrupted my thoughts. I cleared my throat before speaking. "Yeah, I'm coming out, just a moment." ✧✧✧