Okay my coming out story begins in the 6th grade...I won't go into detail...but i had been finally figuriing who I am... a gay pre-teen. So I kept it to myslef, I would write who I like in my journal...which went fine...until my sister found it and read it and would pester me about it, my parents told me that I was just confused....I wasn't though I knew who I was and there was absolutley no way of changing it. The diary fiasco faded away, so fast-foward to 7th grade, at lunch with a bunch of guys I told them "I'm gay." as every straight guy would say "Dude, that's disgusting...gross" but my friend Jopseph said "Dude, you're still my friend gay or straight." so I felt better, then I said "Just joking...." not much that year Now dun dun dun 8th grade...my fag hags Tiffany, Stefany, Krystal, Leila, Sarah P, Hayley, Sheridan, Aliza were awakened to my sexual identity...I never told any of the guys except Steven, and Joseph. This was like in the middle of the year, but my one piece of sh:***: friend Nick said "Dude two guys that's really wrong...two girls too." I got pissed and tolds one of my fag hags...she got pissed and talked to Nick...well...slapped him. So by the end of the year things were better. Flash foward to August 9th around 8:45p.m. I came to my Dad showing him the Myspace page for Bare a Pop Opera. of course he thought that the pics were pornographic which they weren't and so I would say around 9:30 it came out, I didn't say it but my mom knew...so she said I shouldn't tell her older gay friends because she said all they want are younger boys. I went on Yahoo Messenger and talked to my friend David and he made me feel better I went to bed and just let it all float away. SUNDAY AUGUST 10th After church I talked to one of the youth group leaders...and she said to come to prayer after the group meeting which is every Monday MONDAY AUGUST 11th After the meeting I go into the chapel, and while waiting the youth group leader says to me "GOd doesn't make gay people." When I heard that I was :tantrum: I wanted to kick her Texan a:***: So they prayed over me like I was a leper or something, then she said "You can't be gay you don't even dress right." So after I ran home and told my parents...who told the priest who talked with my parents and talked to her...so today August 22nd I'm going to talk with the priest...wish me luck And that is my coming out story...thanks for reading
There's no way you can get out of the priest talk? If he goes anywhere near the subject of "you're mistaken/broken/misinformed/wrong, we can fix you", leave. End the conversation there. You don't need that extra level of stress piled on top of everything else, it will do much more damage than it could ever do good.
I wish i could go to some church were'd they tell me this stuff... Id have a blast :') Congrats on coming out aswell!!! =D