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I never came completely out.
8th grade I was bi curious but did nothing.
11th or 12th grade I went on a date with a girl but didn't like her so I therefore thought I was straight. I told my friends all about my bi-curious-turning-into-bissexual situation leading up to the date, and they were supportive. My friend Steph pointed out that beginning college is when most people come out anyways, so that made me feel a bit better. My friend Brian just thought it was hott that I was into girls, lol! Oh! My best friend Jess was kinda iffy...she has a problem with homosexual PDA and such, but she didn't beat me down about it. She was just kind of in shock.
Orientation week in college I stepped out when the orientation leaders asked "who has questioned their sexuality"
Spring semester of freshman year in college I made out with a friend of mine. I liked it but didn't question my sexuality.
Now I am in a relationship with this really really great, prince charming type of guy <33 He's sooo great! But I am questioning my sexuality again =(
I think I'll eventually have to come out. I'll feel better then. My grams will probably kick the bucket, or come close to it, when she finds out...but I feel that it would be best for me to tell EVERYONE versus just my friends. =/

Anyone with eyes could see I preferred playing with airplanes and action figures than dolls, but the fact that my family tries to pretend that everything is fine and that I'm still normal. I told my mother ah-- a month ago that I may be wanting to have a sex change and she flipped out for the whole day but then I just grew distant like I always do, preparing to break-apart. Then she realizes that I'm quite serious and that its important that I find out who I really am so she arranged a therapist

With my family it was completely by accident because we were listening to a radio station and they were talking bout dildos, so me being the idiot i am decided to say boy i sure would love one and yeah that's the end of that ._.

Wow this is kind of a loaded question.

Well, I grew up in a massively conservative family so I was super scared for the longest time especially since I heard soooo much homophobia from my biological father. It was about a week away from my 17th birthday when I was eating at Chili's with my biological mother. She was talking about 'those gays' and how disgusting 'they' were. I was fighting back tooth and nail. For months, she kept asking me if there was something I needed to tell her, but I always said no.

This time, I threw it in her face. I told her she had a queer kid and she had to deal with it. Her immediate reaction was to ask what I THOUGHT I was. Incensed, I curtly explained to her pansexuality after she thought I was humping her cooking ware. The rest of the dinner did not go well.

Over the next few months, she refused to acknowledge that I was anything less than 100% heterosexual. My adoptive parents were much more understanding. I never had to come out at all to them or explain anything. I mean yeah I explained it to my sisters who were questioning at various times but it was never a huge deal. It was like oh you like guys and girls and people who are confusing? Good for you we really don't care.

But with my biological family, I kept trying to keep up good ties as much as possible. During the summer, my older brother and I had a fight. He had no idea of my sexuality since my biological mother was like THEY'RE STRAIGHT THEY'RE STRAIGHT THEY'RE STRAIGHT constantly. I screamed what I am at him and he was stunned into silence. He hugged me and said it was ok, that he loved me anyways.

The third time I came out, I did it for good and I did it on Facebook. I was tired of being closeted around certain family members and open around others. Same with friends. I explained what pansexuality was and there was an explosion all over my feed for weeks. Some of my aunts were professing how I was going to hell for being an abomination while my cousins were like 'yo that's not cool' to their moms and supported me 100%.

The point to this longass convoluted story is that you never stop coming out. Even if you don't really say anything to people, it's still a process. Or at least it was for me. I've had to come out to my biological mother three separate times and she still tries to stubbornly ignore it. My retribution is to vomit rainbows in her presence which is highly amusing actually.

You're going to get a mix of reactions. My biological family was nuts and felt betrayed for some reason? Which is super stupid because they're not me. But my adoptive family was like yo whatever Vann. Get your a** over to the table for dinner, mom made some really great takoyaki tonight.

It really shows who loves you, y'know? And it's gonna be hard and it's gonna suck. But I know it's made me feel better. I'm not hiding anymore and I can just be me without worry.