Coming-out Novels & Stories

“I am too. But, Ash, you can’t come back from this. Once it’s out there, it’s out there, and you can’t take it back.” “I know. But I’m ready.” He was studying me like I was a puzzle he was trying to figure out. “It’s just… I didn’t get to come out. I was outed. It’s the worst feeling, having everyone know your personal business, talking about your sex life like it’s the weather. And things change. People look at you differently, treat you differently. You’re never going to just be Ash again. You’ll always be Ash, the dude who likes dudes.”

Some people were out and proud, others were questioning, a few identified as allies. Each story was different, but there was a common thread of seeking acceptance, understanding and community. When it got to my turn, my heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it. “Hi, I’m Jackson,” I said, my voice embarrassingly shaky. “He/him pronouns. And I think… I think I might be gay. Or bi. I’m still figuring it out.” The relief of saying those words out loud—actually out loud, to real people, not just in my own head or to Frost—was overwhelming.

he took a sip of his apple juice. “he came out,” Kang spat out the juice, coughing loudly. “he what?! He came out as gay! That.. bas… basket case! I swear he is after my dear brother!!!” he shouted, slamming his empty juice carton on the table. Chu Gan frowned. “gay? What is gay?” “Coming out means he is gay,” “huh?” the little kid had a very confused look on his face and started to eat his small cut-up apples. “I don’t know that exposing your hero ability had another term called gay,”

"I'm gay!" Steven's mouth hung open for a moment in the ringing silence that followed. Then he narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Now you're just being an asshole. You're really not going to come clean?" "I am," Paul said, quiet again. "Though it's called coming out, not coming clean. I'm gay." His shoulders slumped and he leaned heavily against the wall, counting on it to keep him upright. Paul met his brother's eyes, trying to read the emotions racing across them – disbelief, pain, anger, confusion. Fuck, this is harder than I thought it would be.

, I asked him. He shrugged, "It's something I'm proud and not ashamed of ", he said. I sighed, "Your friends don't know you're gay?", he asked. "Only Timothy ". "Ok I get your parents will burn you on a stake and all, but what about your friends? they seem very nice and supportive, most of them aren't even straight, why are you scared of telling them?". "Cuz I'm a fucken coward ", I mumbled. "You're not, you're just scared, and that's normal, but the first stage of coming out is to your friends, especially the type you have cuz they're so fucken supportive ".

“I’ll never force you to come out. I won’t ask. I won’t pressure you.” My breath stutters. “I don’t care if people know about us,” he continues. “I want them to. Not for some grand reason. Just because I want to hold your hand when we walk down the street and not have to drop it when someone looks our way.” His thumb brushes my jaw. Steady. Sure. “That’s what I want. But I can wait. As long as you need. Because this” he presses his palm to my chest “is yours. Coming out belongs to you. I want you to do it on your time. When you’re ready. Not one second before.”

, I asked him. He shrugged, "It's something I'm proud and not ashamed of ", he said. I sighed, "Your friends don't know you're gay?", he asked. "Only Timothy ". "Ok I get your parents will burn you on a stake and all, but what about your friends? they seem very nice and supportive, most of them aren't even straight, why are you scared of telling them?". "Cuz I'm a fucken coward ", I mumbled. "You're not, you're just scared, and that's normal, but the first stage of coming out is to your friends, especially the type you have cuz they're so fucken supportive ".

I said to myself, through pain. I have thought about my sex life and came to the conclusion that I am gay, and it's okay to be gay, I didn't choose it, it came from birth. And as for my parents, they would be in the dark, till I figure out how to come out to them, and that alone would take a while. “You know what? I am waiting for the day you would be humiliated in this school, and that would be the best day of my life,” She growled as she stormed out of my presence.

He bit his lip nervously. "So, I was wondering if you were alright with coming out to the school," he said carefully. "I mean, would it be alright with you if... if we hung out around school? You know, romantically." I grinned. Was I scared of being made fun of even more for being gay? Of course. Was I afraid of Brian finding out? Of course. But I was mostly ready for coming out. I knew that it was weird for the geeky, shy kid to say, but I really was ready. I was crazy about Jace and I was almost positive—though we still had to get to know each other better—he felt the same way about me.

With all the officers down, I look toward the crowd of people as they all step back. Holding out my hand, I turn the speakers on. "Bow before me," I order, "Bow. Now!" The people scream as they drop to their knees. While they drop to their knees, sensors in the armor come on, showing me four dots directly behind me. "The OutCasts," I say, turning around. "A pleasure to meet most of you for the first time." QuickShot: