Coming Out 101

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Well, this is a bit awkward.Unlike most people in this book who started liking their perfered gender or genders at a young age, I did not. It wasn't that I was aromantic, it was just that I didn't like anyone when I was little, and that was fine. Nobody cared. Nobody suspected. Hell, even I didn't suspect.Fast forward to me being 10. Hearing about the LGBTQ community on YouTube was a shock to say the least. It just blew my little mind. You could like only girls, or only boys, or both? This still wasn't when I realized I was gay, just when I was introduced to the idea.Fast forward to me being thirteen, at Girl Scouts Summer Camp. A gawky teenager with a weird haircut was what I was known for. I still thought I was straight, to say the least. However, that all stopped when I saw her. Her short dark brown hair, the hat she wore almost always. I was caught in the web of love. Unfortunately, we only talked once, and that was because of the fact that we both had short hair. After ranting about how pretty she is, one of my camp friends gave me one of the most life-changing questions. "So like, are you bi?" I had to sit down, I was so overwhelmed. After thinking about it for a minute, I smiled."Yes."Of course, not the end of the story. After camp, I changed bi to pan. And after spending so much time and resources on a painting about being pan, I realized I was gay. I came out to my friends and schoolmates. Nobody really cared.I also came out to my mom. She was completely fine with it and said she just wanted me to be happy. So, at 3:01 AM in the morning, I come out to all you guys.I'm gay. And I'm hella proud of it.