Coming Out | Anonymous Confessions

Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Whether you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, chipmunk, or questioning, this is the space to share your story. Have you been hiding your true self from your family and friends? Are you ready to take the plunge and be true to yourself?

Share the emotions you've been feeling and the struggles you've faced. Did you have a positive experience when coming out, or did it go horribly wrong? Was it a gradual process, or did you come out all at once? Who was the first person you told, and how did they react?

This is a safe and supportive space to share your journey, and to offer support and encouragement to others who may be struggling with their own identity.

- Coming Out -

Lesbian Female / 28

Today I am women's soccer coach at a private school. But when I was in high school I was a soccer player in a private school. We were a small school so I knew all the players and over the years I had pretty much spent the night with all of them at one birthday party or another. We were all getting bigger all over and some of us were turning into hard body girls and others were syphoned off to go to Home Ec. or some other equally useless course. There was no way that I was going to stop playing.

In the tenth grade a senior girl dared me to suck her pussy. We came off the pitch, we hadn't showered and she sat back on the bench and opened her legs and told me to get down and suck her pussy. The other girls watched. I didn't know it at the time but it was my initiation into their very special club. There were parties, sleep overs, and usually the parties were held at this one girl's house who had a pool cabana away from her house. We ate pussy there, we had tits, we got naked, we watched hard core lesbian movies that somehow some of the girls got on a disc.

Our teacher had played soccer in college and she told me that I had what it took, and if I let her she would put me up for a scholarship. She took me under her wing and in my senior year she told me that she believed I would get a soccer scholarship at the University of Oklahoma. She kissed me, and not in a sisterly or motherly way, and I ate her pussy.

At the University of Oklahoma I met this Texas girl, she was from the Dallas area and she was just so perfect, blonde with blue eyes, tallish and hard, and she was standoffish but I could tell that she needed a pussy eating to fit in. I obsessed over her pussy for the longest time and then I had the chance, we were at a party with a lot of other college kids and the opportunity presented itself and I got her cornered and said that we didn't have to hang out there and we could go back to my dorm and I would show her what it was like to be admired and loved. I ate her pussy and she admitted to me that she was one of us, she just didn't want that reputation at school.

But we had been thrown together and she became my first steady girlfriend and like it or not she got the reputation. We finished college and I got this job that I have. I have a squad of mostly girls from professional families, they are all into sports and other activities, the school that I teach at doesn't accept boys so most of the socializing is between girls. I can pick them out, those that have already tried and those that are going to try. It is a look that they have, the way they look at their teammate, the ones that are in love and those that have a crush and those that do it for fun.

I don't fantasize about them, it is their turn to have fun. I eat out with my steady who teaches across town. She ended up with a teaching degree and she teaches American History and is the girl's basketball coach. We compare notes, her students are mostly inner city and it is the same thing there. You can tell and we are hardly ever wrong. Its like a guitar string, we know when it is in tune.

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# 43611 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Lesbian Female / 26

Going on an out of town football trip with several of my sorority sisters I shared a room with Stephanie. She was also a junior , very Cajun from North Louisiana with dark hair and blue eyes. We got a room with two doubles and after dinner with the other girls we went to our rooms.

Quickly she got undressed and walked around in her panties and no bra. I sat on the bed and just looked at her until she caught me and asked what my problem was. My answer was half jokingly that my pussy was wet and her answer was for me to get my mind out of the gutter. Still kidding I asked her why she didn't come over and give me titty and she answered that I didn't know what I was getting into.

Her titties are so firm and full and so just right and her nipples are so big for her titties and her panties just seemed to be on too tight and she fell over me onto the bed and I opened my legs for her and sucked her titties. She held my head with her hands and I reached under her and touched her pussy through her panties. She called me a bitch but fell to one side and I got over her and really started to suck titty while I felt her pussy and got my finger down into her slit, found her vagina and fingered her.

She was compliant and she took her panties off and opened her legs so I could really get my fingers into her, I kissed her mouth and then I went the other way and I kissed her pussy which was so wet that I had to finger myself while I ate her. Stephanie it turned out was a little lesbo bitch herself and she loved to make out and eat out and finger fuck. What started as a joke ended up being a full blown make out and eat out session, going back and forth, until we went into climax and laid there on the bed just holding hands.

Stephanie is not your normal little lesbo sorority bitch, Stephanie has been lesboing around since she was in high school and she was the teacher and not the student that night. We slept naked and in the morning she clung onto me and rubbed her clit up against my hip and she gave herself a climax. We showered together and went down to meet the girls for breakfast and everyone talked about the movie they watched on pay per view and who watched porn and who watched a movie. We said we watched a lesbian porn movie, we didn't tell them that it was in 3D.

I fucked with Stephanie all the rest of our college days and I had to decide to go to Monroe with her or break up. I chose Monroe. There isn't much to do in Monroe, it is a small town of married people with a couple of clubs but not lesbo scene. For that we drove to Shreveport where we found a couple of clubs where we could go and just lesbo all night long. I grew up in the big city and she humored me and we would go to my hometown for long weekends, but the rest of the time we lived in Monroe, under the blankets and in the closet, I worked for the bank as a teller and Stephanie worked for her parent's business in the front office.

We got discovered a year later when we were at this church service and I was spotted putting my hand on her shoulder and whispering in her ear and caressing her hair. It was unconscious, I love being affectionate and I was lost in thought that day. We were confronted by one of the women of the church on behalf of the pastor and I confessed to lusting for her and no I didn't care what the church thought of it. We were thrown out of the church and that was the beginning of our decision to move to the Big City where we could live in peace, fuck when we wanted, make out in the movies, hold hands in the park and basically be as lesbo as we wanted to be.

For all the bad things about Monroe Stephanie's parents said OK if that is what you'll are. We know that they had to have suspected because in our college days we were noisy bitches when we went to see them. Sure eating Stephanie in her father's house was something I had to do and she had to let me.

On the day that we decided to be prime time lesbo queers and throw off all the blankets, open all the closet doors, call her my woman and give her my ring we got nothing but go for it girl cheers, I am talking about our sorority sisters now, because they were never fooled about us.

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# 43570 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Lesbian Female / 38

For a variety of reasons my mother and her older sister never got along. We lived in our small city in Mississippi, my father is a boat captain and my mother is a real estate agent, we are family of three kids, go to school, band, cheerleading. My aunt lives far away in D.C. intentionally single.

I don't even remember why I asked my mother why I she didn't get along with her sister and I got the same answer as always, "I don't know, she's different". When summer came I asked my mother if I could go visit her sister, I really wanted to bring them together, I was sixteen and wanted to fix the world and after a whole of lot himming and hawing she called her sister and to everyone's surprise my aunt was all for it. I packed my bag, and I went on my first solo airplane ride to D.C. My aunt met me at the airport and we went to her house.

My aunt was in her early forties, she worked for a large law firm as a secretary or I guess paralegal, she was really good looking (so is my Mother) but she was dressed professionally, that is to say she was not feminine in any way. Her hair was short, she did not have her finger nails painted, she didn't wear jewelry and she walked like a man. I noticed. At her home she showed me to my room, she asked what I wanted to do, she took some days off from work to take me around. She got tickets to the White House through her boss, we went to the Museums, we went to the "Hill". Then on Friday night we went out to eat and she said a friend was going to join us.

Her friend Janet was a woman in her thirties, also naturally attractive, with bosoms, tits, breasts, knockers, her neck was long, her legs were toned, her hands were smooth and lips were just so just right, I noticed. She wore these pleated pants that just seemed to disappear between her legs and I just could not stop looking. And her breasts, so full, so gorgeous and she wore a top that left me breathless, and she hugged me to say hello and she sat beside me and asked a thousand questions, she put her hand on my leg, she told me she thought I was pretty and she nice to me all around. I sat beside her so wet, it was obvious and I kept crossing my legs, I went to the ladies room to clean up, my panties were so wet that I took a pad from the dispenser. When the dinner was over my aunt asked me if I wanted to go down to Virginia and if I didn't mined Janet was free and she could join us.

Janet's goodbye that evening was a long hug and a pleasure to meet you and she gave me small kiss on the cheek and told me again that she thought I was pretty. We went to Virginia, to a farm that was owned by one of their friends. The woman was in her sixties and she had inherited the farm and she had prepared a real nice lunch for us. Janet was dressed in this sweater, a bit odd for the time of year, but she wasn't wearing a bra and when she hugged me it was obvious, she touched my face. We were walking around the garden of the house and my aunt came up to me and asked me what I was thinking. "Oh, nothing", but she asked me why I got flushed around Janet, I was acting like my baby crush was getting to me and maybe what I needed was a girlfriend of my own because Janet was her girlfriend, they were very close if I got the meaning and she said it straight out, "those tits are mine".

All through lunch the conversation was about the hidden pleasures of being friends with women. The hostess like I said was woman in her sixties but she asked me if I was experienced and what did I think of Venus' nectar, because in all of God's creations He had not created anything so sweet. We went into the living room, which was a large room with a view of the gardens and she asked me question after question about my feelings, and several times she asked if I had a special friend, a young woman to share myself with. She went on and told us about how when she was sixteen she got her first kiss, from a girl in high school and she fell in love. She asked me about my first kiss. There was a picture book of her when she was young and her special friend, she told of the times when they had to hide because her parents were against that relationship, but God didn't make her for man , He made her for something else, just like He had made me, she was sure of that.

The conversation ended with "you need a girlfriend sweetie, a girlfriend that can take you by the tail and shake you, a girlfriend that can kiss you, a girlfriend that can soak you with Venus' nectar". On my first trip to D.C. I met this girl, she was the daughter of one their friends, a girl in her twenties going to Georgetown, she wasn't shy but she wasn't sure about what she was supposed to do, the ladies left us alone and we went out to have a hamburger, we walked around and I guess she just felt she had to hold my hand. Yes she kissed me but when we were back at my Aunt's house and there were other couples there, she asked if I was trying things out because she wasn't interested in playing that game, if I was interested then kiss her back and not stand there. She had been told to take me to a bedroom and she did, I found out what the Nectar of the Gods was, I found out that kissing her was addicting, I found out that she was in between being hard and soft, and she didn't know what she wanted but she was sure I was soft. We got totally naked, she kissed my thighs which I thought was weird, she kissed me and drank of my Nectar, she gave me her Nectar to try, she likes tits and so do I, she was nothing like Janet, but she did have tits and so do I.

I fell in love and she thought me a pest but never turned me down. I went to D.C. to see my aunt and she took me out and we spent all our time together. When she finished college she just happened to come south and we went out and got in her motel room and she asked for a yes or no, once and for all. It was yes and I got into college at Williams and Mary where she had gone to study law. We were much younger than my aunt, but the whole community had women of all ages it just so happened that I was pretty young. My girlfriend says I'm soft but she will take it, really she is more soft than hard but she pretends to be hard with me and I let her. It's like Janet and my aunt, Janet is definitely soft like me and my aunt plays her part but she is a softie at heart.

That's my story, my aunt has Janet, my aunt and her friends picked well my girlfriend and I have been together since that first kiss when I was sixteen, twenty plus years ago.

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# 43535 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Transsexual Male / 48

I am a crossdresser I live in Lakeland fl. I love to have sex with men and I do it all the married men seem to want a crossdressers and the sex is out of this world and I love the sex and I have more orgasms then I ever did before and I love when they cum inside me its so hot and when it runs down my legs I feel more like a women everyday and I hope it never stops I am also on hormone therapy male to female and been on that for 5 months now I have a whole closet full of women clothes and shoes I have a small dresser full of bras and panties and pantyhose I wish this was online for everybody to see I feel sexy and it makes feel like a women

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# 43442 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Bi-Sexual Male / 18

Strictly speaking, I'm not gay. But because I am very feminine and have been since I was a toddler, everyone assumes that I am.

I am also not a transgender female. But since I am so feminine and always have been, my mom assumed I was.

When I was 10 years old I began an interest in cross dressing. I loved to luxuriate in soft silky girl's clothes and put on make-up and style my long hair. But I never really thought of myself as a girl transgender or otherwise. It thought of myself as a sissy faggot who also just happened to be very attached to her cock and balls, especially her balls and who also just happened to also adore girls both as friends and as potential future sex partners.

When I was 12 my mom caught me in drag, make-up on, hair in pigtails, high heals and all her favorite garments. For a brief second she was pissed that I'd borrowed her things without asking. Then she was shocked that her son was in drag then she wasn't shocked and said she'd known all along I was either gay, transgender or somehow both. I tried to explain that I was none of the above and that I just liked to pretend I was a girl. So she took me to a psychiatrist who specialized in such things and he talked to me forever and on more than one occasion and then a few weeks later informed my mother that I was merely an effeminate bisexual cross dresser, which I'd already tried to tell her. So he would not sign off on declaring me officially a transgender female which would permit me to use the girls rest room and take gym with the girls and go to school dressed as a girl. Only there had been a resent law suit and so all the schools were terrified of being sued so when my mother asked if it was OK for me to attend school wearing the girl's uniform they bent over backward's to accommodate me. The school nurse and principal were in a meeting with my mom then they brought me in and asked me what my gender was. I blurted out, "sissy faggot." But that I was considering "shemale." Just saying that to both women made me tingle between the legs. They tried to correct me and coax me into admitting I was transgender female but I told them I would not presume to pretend to be an authentic female. I'd heard part of that phrase elsewhere earlier in the week and thought it sounded nifty when I said it. So they said that if I won't admit to being transgender female I can't use the lady's rest room or lady's locker room but I could take gym class with the girls. I could also come to school dressed in either the boy's uniform or girls. I could keep my hair long in any approved girl's hair style which included pigtails. So Mom bought me a full wardrobe of girls uniforms and some girl's gym clothes including a sports bra.

So there I was in the 7th grade, the youngest grade in St. Patrick's Academy. Our progressive bishop had told the parochial schools to be sensitive to the needs of transgender children lest they be sued. So I wore the burgundy plaid pleated kilt style girl's skirt. Mom carefully read the regulations and hemmed my skirts up the shortest the school permitted with only an eighth of an inch to spare. I wore the short sleeved white blouse with the girl's version of the school patch over my heart. I wore the girl's burgundy knee socks trimmed with a ruffle at the top. I wore school approved girl's brown leather shoes. I had the burgundy and white girls gym uniform with white girls gym shoes. I had the girl's burgundy v-neck sweater and wore my long hair in pigtails held up by burgundy silk satin ribbons. My nails were done in regulation burgundy. No other color was permitted except natural. We could wear a subtle shade of lipstick on Friday's if over 14 but Mom gave me some and showed me how to use it and none of the nuns complained.

The first time I used the boy's rest room in drag was deliciously humiliating. The boys all called me sissy or faggot and I corrected them by saying "that's MISS Sissy Faggot to you!" But the best part was when the absolute cutest 13 year old 8th grader in the entire school grabbed me at lunch and pulled me into the gym and forced me to give him a blow job while he verbally abused me. He came in my mouth thus deflowering it and that is when I fell in love with the flavor of sperm. I told no one and made myself available for the same fun the next day and frequently after that.

Many of the nuns gave me dirty looks but were warned by the mother superior to be nice to me. One nun said I looked very pretty and will make some man a nice wife one day forgetting I had testicles. A testament to my mother's cosmetic skills.

That was six years ago, I recently turned 18 and will be graduating this spring. I have played on some of the boy's sports teams. I'm particularly fond of baseball. I wear the boy's sports uniforms when playing but change into my girl's school uniform when the game is over. the only thing is I always wear my pigtails, long burgundy nails and lipstick on the mound. I'm a relief pitcher but I have won a few games for the team so nobody hassles me about my hair, nails and make-up except our opponents who stop laughing when I strike them out. The thing is my favorite part of going in drag is when the girls ridicule my total lack of masculinity and when the boys demand blow jobs and the best, the very best, are those few times when I get to be viciously ridiculed by my female classmates WHILE they watch me suck a male classmate's cock.

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# 43383 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Gay Male / 54

I had a neighbor who was a couple of years older than me. He had a television in his house and he had a large collection of comic books. We were pretty poor and lived in a small house behind the big house and my mother worked in the big house as a maid. We did not have a television, although sometimes I was allowed to watch television in the big house but I was not allowed to sit on the furniture. We were the only black people in the neighborhood.

In the big house lived a girl who was a younger than me but I was prohibited from playing with her. So my only friend was the boy that lived a couple of houses down and he invited me over to watch television and read his comic books. There was one more thing, he liked my black cock. He would examine it, play with it, suck it, kiss it with long drawn out kisses. He had me run my cock up and down the crack of his white ass and push my cock into his white asshole. Push it until one day I got it in, just the head but I got it in. After that day he wanted that every time we got together. He liked my black cock and I liked the white girl that lived in the big house.

One day my mother saw me staring at the white girl, she was seven to be exact, and I looked at her with eyes of desire. I wanted to see her white legs. Time would come when that happened but not yet, I went over to the other boy's house and he sucked and kissed my cock and sometimes I sucked and kissed his cock. And I pushed my cock into his ass until I was able to get it in all the way and then I moved it in and out, but if I pulled it out all the way I had to start over again, so I kept at least half of my cock in his ass when we fucked.

I was reading a comic book and he asked me to go with him to the bathroom and hold his cock while he peed. I loved getting behind him and holding his cock while he peed. That day I let him pee in my mouth. I liked that, sucking his white cock and let him pee in my mouth. I sucked his cock and drank his pee and I fucked him. You just can't tell how good it was. It was about that time that the white girl became pregnant.

She was discovered to be pregnant by the doctor because she was sick and they thought she had the flew or something worse. She told her family that it was me and I got in trouble and my mother was fired and we moved away and my mother went to work for a hotel. It wasn't me. But the problem with a black baby at that time is that the family could not keep it so the girl went to a school in another state and when the baby was born it went up for adoption. She never saw the baby or ever knew if it was a boy or a girl.

She went to college and my mother got her address and I went up to see her on the bus. She couldn't invite me in so we talked out on the front lawn of the boarding house she lived in. She told me that she couldn't see me. She told me that she didn't want to see me. I had to understand, she was white and I was black. She never admitted to me that she lied. The year was 1975.

I was good with my hands and I worked on refinishing furniture and I sucked cock. Black cock and black guys and from time to time I would suck a white cock and fuck a white guy. I was all queer and it wasn't a secret. At that time a black queer was cool, I guess the white guys getting fucked by a black queer were not cool. I had friends and I lived in the back of this store and paid about 75 dollars in rent. Those were good days.

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# 43348 - by Anonymous

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