I don’t enjoy telling my coming out story. It doesn’t make me feel brave or justified. In fact, I don’t think of it as my story at all, because I didn’t get to tell it the way I would have … Read the rest here
I grew up thinking it wasn’t possible to just BE gay— it was something one had to CHOOSE. It wasn’t until after my mission that I realized it wasn’t a choice for me at all.
I fell fast and hard … Read the rest here
My coming out story was a bit different. I came out the year my birth country became a democracy. I was pretty young, but got kicked out of home. I finished high school and worked in a restaurant. Sparks flew … Read the rest here
When I was a child growing up in the church I always pictured myself growing up, finding a handsome returned missionary, dotting off to the nearest temple and raising a family of boys in Mormon bliss. It would be fair … Read the rest here
I contemplated sharing my story because it doesn’t match the “happy and sappy” Mormon coming out experiences that we often find in this culture. But, I figured someone else might have a situation similar to mine and I should at … Read the rest here
No matter how much you’ve tried to deny it, you’ve likely come to the realization that you ARE gay, or lesbian, or trans or somewhere on the spectrum. For most of us, in or out of the Church, you’ve really … Read the rest here
Thank you for giving me a place to share my story. This is the first time I have ever sat down to share this part of me. As a little girl I always knew I liked other girls in a … Read the rest here
I remember it like it was yesterday. Here I was: 23 years old, and serving in the U.S. Army during the time of “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” Like so many others in my situation, I was terrified of coming out. … Read the rest here
I’m not gay. I have read so many beautiful and depressing stories here and as a straight woman, and member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, so many of you were failed by our religious community. … Read the rest here
I knew from a very early age (around 8 years of age) that I was “different.” I had a fascination for boys and masculinity, but didn’t know what that meant. Coincidentally, that was the age at which I was baptized. … Read the rest here
