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 / 29

Growing up with a small petite very pretty little sister is not easy. I took after my father, five eight and weight around 145 to 155 pounds, blondish and brown eyes and lanky and just not properly proportioned. My sister took after my mother's side of the family, she is small, petite, very pretty with a brown hair and brown eyes, porcelain skin, perfectly proportioned. She went into Marketing and I followed my father into Engineering.

I never had a boyfriend in high school, boy friends yes, boyfriends no. I graduated pure. My sister had boyfriends all the time and she graduated not pure. We went to the same college to save money and I was my sister's social secretary. It is of course an exaggeration but for purposes of this she had sex every week and I never had sex. Zero. We graduated from college and I was pure. She graduated from college and she wasn't pure and she had marketed herself to half the male population on campus.

I went to work in my father's company and she moved to Chicago to work with a Marketing company. She became the VP's girl Friday (night) and rose up and now she is the Account Manager for one of their largest accounts. I worked through the bottom rungs one by one always had friends but not boyfriends (or girlfriends either which I was seriously considering). I turned 25 still pure. She turned 25 a part of the social set in Chicago. When we talk she is all over about how she and her boyfriend, the VP, do this and that and where he takes her and all the sex they have. I tell her about this boring project I am working on with a couple of nerd engineers and that fun is Friday night watching Netflix.

One day I am having lunch with one of the nerd engineers and I tell him quite frankly that I am seriously considering a black guy or a girl but I have to have something, I don't want to turn 30 and never been fucked. He gets on my case about the black guy comment, no black guy, better dead than let a black guy fuck me. The girl thing he can stomach if I have to do that, but no black guy. I sat back and asked him why I had to do what he said and he said that if I did a black guy he would never talk to me again.

The whole idea of a black guy died right there. That left a girl. He told me that I needed to start going to places where girls hung out, especially girls who wanted to get with girls. There were well known lady lunch places and of course there was always the gym or yoga or one of those things. I needed to just put on my girly panties and start going to one of the ladies only lunch places and sit at the counter and hope that some woman would come up and start a conversation. He coached me on how to dress, conservatively but nice, to let the girl talk and control the conversation and when she hit on me to let her. I had to let her touch me so get used to the idea first.

I went to this ladies only lunch place and I did what I was told I sat at the counter and ate slowly and I had several conversations with women who went there but no date. My coach told me to try a wine bar after work, to ask around and see where a girl could go to get laid. Same thing, dress nice and conservative, nice on the makeup and let the conversation go, allow touching and smile and let myself get picked up. If I wanted to get laid I had to let myself get picked up. The woman that picked me up is a lawyer, mid fifties with a Mercedes and she got very hot when she found out she was getting my virginity. I did have an orgasm, she made sure I had an orgasm. I dated her for a while. But all in all it just wasn't right.

I told my coach that I had gotten laid but that I still didn't feel the burn. She had to work hard to get me going I just couldn't get in the mood on my own. Wrong girl, I needed another girl, maybe younger, someone who had that certain umph about her. Maybe long hair, maybe instead of getting picked up I needed to focus on a girl and go talk to her and pick her up. Be the butch. Being the butch was harder than getting picked up but after several false starts I did meet a girl at the wine bar who was moving from out of town and she went home with me and I used my experience with the woman lawyer to initiate sex with her. After sex I was more myself and we talked about the whole difficult thing of meeting someone and we started going out, dating. After six months she moved in with me.

When you meet her and if my sister is there you will see that they are almost perfect clones of each other. Same body size, body type, hair color and physical features, they could be sisters or close cousins. The only difference is that my girlfriend is pure when it comes to guys, and I am pure when it comes to guys and we like that about each other.

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# 43171 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Transsexual Female / 52

Well I am a lifelong Crossdresser, I started at the age of 8, wearing my mother's panties, bras, stockings, shoes, dresses and night gowns. By the time I was 11 I was dressing completely wearing my moms wigs, wearing makeup, and walking around dressed like her. I was her height and her clothes fit just right. There was no sexual pleasure per say. I hadn't started to get pleasure from masturbation yet. The feel of the clothes was something I really enjoyed, seeing myself as a female felt normal. The first time I actually got off wearing her clothes was when I was 12. I was dressed up, the feeling was stronger then ever, when I felt this sensation coming from deep in my balls, then I shot my load to my surprise in the panties. After that the sexual side kicked in big time. Every chance I had I would wear women's clothes. By now any women's clothes got my attention and attraction. I would take clothes off the clothes line in backyards at night. I got to experience all kinds of clothes. If visiting some one I would find a way to nose around. And if the opportunity came up, I would try on their clothes. More then once my mother found her items moved or a stain in them but she never approached me about them directly. I remember once she found a long shinny silk night gown in my room. She just took it back. I never got caught until I was 14. I had one of mother's wigs and basic makeup with me. There was a house 2 blocks down from ours where this 50ish woman lived alone. I would cut her grass every 2 weeks. I knew her yard real well so I could walk into it at night. She always left her shoes outside the back door. She didn't wear shoes in her house. So I could count on finding something there always. I had grabbed a dress, panties, and bra from another yard off the clothes line. I used the extra panties to stuff the bra. Then went and got some shoes, I found some flat sandals. Wearing the wig & some makeup I went out walking around dressed up. It was about 2am, I had walked about 10 blocks from the house. Hadn't seen anyone since it was a weeknight. A car passed me, and kept going. I turned on to a side street to head back, when the car pulled next to me, the man offered me a ride. I just kept walking; he pulled ahead of me, and then got out. He walked up and grabbed my arm. He said you're a cutie baby. He tried to kiss me on the mouth. I resisted, but he was bigger then me by at least 10 inches, and 100lbs. As he manhandles me, he pushed me down on the grass in front of this house. He then said baby I want you. He opens his pants and flipped out his dick, it was good and hard, I froze. He got on top of me trying to get between my legs, I was able to roll over, and get on my stomach, but that only worked to his advantage, he pinned me down with his arm, and then pulled up the dress I was wearing to my waist, I was wearing only panties. He pulled the panties down exposing my cheeks. He said you are nice, love that ass. Then I felt his dick in my cheeks, he pushed in but nowhere to go, he then spread open my cheeks, drove it home into my ass, I cried out, but he had me. He proceed to pump, as he did he kissed my neck, he reached around and grabbed my boobs, which were panty specials that I had gotten off the clothes line, he smelled of cigarette and booze. After about what seemed forever he finally shot his load into me. I could feel every squirt as it went into me. I had tears running down my face, the little makeup I wore was smeared, and here I was full of a man's dick in my ass. He got out of me and rolled off to one side. I looked over at him and he just smiles back at me. I laid there not knowing what to do. He got up, told me I was really a good piece of ass.
As I rolled over to get up, he stood in front of me, and then told me to clean him up, I wasn't sure what he wanted, he slapped me hard, and said clean my cock bitch. He reached down and grabbed my hair, when he yanked, the wig came off, and he said what the hell!
He grabbed the bottom of the dress and pulled it up high exposing me, what the hell are you, I didn't answer. Well what ever you are suck my cock now. With that he pushed his dick into my mouth; I choked as he pushed in deep.
The taste was awful to me, but soon it got worst. He said now take this, and he let loose again filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed some and the rest came out on my face and landed on the dress. Once he was done he pushed me down on the grass again, he zippered himself up and walk to his car and drove off leaving me there. I must have laid there 30 minutes before I got up and dressed myself again, replaced the wig and went towards home. I replaced the shoes, then went by the house where the clothes came from and return them to the clothes line, then went on home. I felt sick for about a week after that thinking what he had done to me. I was ashamed but couldn't tell anyone about it. It was about a month later that I told my aunt everything, including that I had worn her clothes. She listened and then hugged me. She advised me to let it go, and be careful, and not get runs in her stockings.
I didn't dress for about 3 months, but the urge came back once again I found it too strong not to wear women's clothes. When I joined the Army I told myself no more, and for 3 years I didn't touch any women's clothes unless a women was wearing it, and sometimes I could feel the wanting to wear it but I would make myself think of something else. It wasn't until I got out that I was again around women's clothes that the feeling overcame me and I started once again wearing women's clothes. After getting married to my first wife I thought it would make it easier to resist. But it made it worst, because now I had her mother's clothes, my wife's, and her sister's clothes too. It didn't take very long before I was wearing full time again every chance I got. Her mother caught me once wearing her panties, pantyhose, bra, and a dress. She was very understanding, she asked that I not wear her new clothes and not leave any stains. She asked if I was wearing her daughter's clothes also. I told her the truth about it. She just said be careful how you leave things. After that she asked me many questions about how I started and what I felt. When my wife stumbled on to my secret, she found my bag of clothes I had hidden in the garage I told her everything except that her mother knew already. At first she seemed supportive, and had me dress for her, we had sex with me dressed up. One night she pulled out a strap on and surprised me with it. She had me wear a short dress, pantyhose, high heels 3" pumps, a wig, then she went to town doing me, I actually enjoyed it, I even sucked it for her, after that we would use it every so often we had sex. Then came the melt down. After that she would sleep around on a weekly basis with anyone who would fuck her. It was during that time that I got busted again in a wooded area outside of Miami. I was out wearing my mother in law's formal dress, heels, wig, bra, panties & pantyhose. When I went to leave I found a county car parked behind my car. I hid in the tree line waiting to see if he would leave. I sat there for about 30 minutes until he pulled out. I then walked out. And then got the surprise he had turned around and came back, so I was caught, he made it simple bend over for him and I could leave, so I hiked up the dress. He bends me over the fender, pulled down the pantyhose and panties and got what he wanted. After that I made appoint ..(continue confession)

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# 43124 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Lesbian Female / 30

I am 30, just turned 30, and I am a gay woman. I am an artist and my stuff sells. I have an outlet for some of my work via a modern art studio and that is where I met this man who is sponsoring my work. All that is fine but he is not tolerant of me being gay. I have accepted help from him but now I find that I am in a world that he wants to control, and me being gay is not allowed. He insists on having sex with me, he likes the housewife thing, I have an art studio on the second floor of his house but I have to live the housewife role and give him housewife sex.

He likes me in dresses and with my hair short and curly, he likes me cooking for him, I cook for him everyday and he likes me sitting with him and reading while he reads. He does not like my tattoos. I get lots of pressure to give up my gay friends, to be straight as an arrow. I have produced a lot of work since I moved in with him and I have extended myself way past what was my comfort zone and my work is selling for a good price, much more than I was ever able to command before. He hooked me up with a gallery in New York and he has taken me there four times for exhibitions, always in dresses and short curly hair, that has become my look now. He likes me in flats, not heels and he puts me in very select pieces. I never wore jewelry before.

A friend of mine, gay like me says that maybe keeping me tied down like this is letting me produce more, I have produced my best work since moving in with him. I don't know, all I know that it is frustrating, sex is weird, really weird for me, I feel I am the child in the relationship, like a seven year old with her dad. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please hold me Daddy. Hold me tight Daddy. I love you Daddy, hold me Daddy. God I don't know what has happened to me.

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# 43110 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Gay Male / 19

I just left my meeting this morning with my counselor. I will be honest I don't want to go to counseling but that is part of my probation. He is holier than thou, it is all about respect for myself and not doing anything to hurt anyone else. I never hurt anyone on purpose, it was an accident, not something I did on purpose. I said I was sorry, I plead guilty because I did it and if I didn't plea I was going to end up in jail. I never expected that part of my sentence was to have to meet with this man every week and talk about myself. I don't like talking about myself, so what does he care who I am but I am stuck with him for a year.

The reason I was where I was and not at my house was because I am gay and I was with a man that afternoon. I think that is why I have to see this man every week, he is fishing for me to tell him I am gay. All the questions lead to that, every time. He might as well ask it direct. I haven't told him because it is none of his business, he keeps going around and around about how I am supposed to like myself and accept myself and be honest with myself. I know what he is getting at.

That is about it.

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# 43015 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Lesbian Female / 26

I have been giving a lot of thought to my title, I guess the best way to describe this is that I am a reluctant lesbian. I never started out to be a lesbian, I never had a crush on girls, I never felt a rush with a girl, I dated boys in high school and college and my dream has always been to get married, settle down and have children. However life gets in the way.

Let me explain. I took a job in San Francisco, the job is in my field but pays very little considering the cost of living. I am 26 so I should be thankful for my job. I contact a friend of mine from college and ask her if she can put me up for few weeks until I can find a place to live. Sure, come on. She is a flight attendant for a major airline based out of San Francisco and she lives with two other flight attendants in a small two bedroom unit. I got there and she says that after talking about it with her roommates they would prefer if I didn't sleep on the couch, that I should stay with her in her room. Fine, but her room is small and crowded and has one bed. Not to worry, it is only for a couple of weeks and I will move out.

The first night I am there, after we get ready for bed, my clothes are all in the suitcase because there is literally no where to put them, the bed is so small, she lays beside me and says she thinks that I should know something. She gets closer until she is right on top of me and whispers to me that her roommates are gay, and that she is gay too. If I am not gay that is fine but she thinks I should know. But even if I am not gay, she is going to sleep up against me, touching me from head to foot, and she doesn't stop moving until I put my arm around her and she settles down to sleep.

Next morning, the two roommates are gone as they had an early morning flight and they got up at three a.m. It is just the two of us, she isn't working until Friday so we have two days together. I am in the small shower and she comes into the bathroom, there is no lock. She gets undressed and stands naked beside the shower and asks me if she can get in because there isn't that much hot water. She doesn't wait for me to answer, she is naked from head to toe, I am naked from head to toe, the shower is so small and she just puts her arms under mine and pulls up close so she can get under the shower head. I have no choice but to put my arms around her back. She takes the soap and starts to lather herself and then to lather me, she just says let me wash your boobs and she is on my boobs, she reached down and to lather me between my legs, that is when I pushed back almost pushing her out of the shower.

Look, I lived in a dorm with other girls, but I never got felt up in the shower, she wants to 'wash' me, open my legs so she can wash me, she wants to wash my bottom, open my legs so she can put her finger in my crack and wash my bottom, she wants me to wash her between her legs, use my fingers to wash her and then wash her bottom, the shower is pouring down on us, the water is still hot and she puts her arms around my neck and goes for a kiss. I managed to get her arms from around my neck and step out of the shower. Does she quit? No. She calls me back in.

I don't get it, I tell her that it was totally inappropriate, she sits on her bed totally naked, not a stitch on and tells me that we have two glorious days together. To tell the truth it wasn't until she was laying back on the bed that I really paid attention to her, maybe I was emotional or something but she looked very vulnerable and attractive. I found some clothes in my suitcase and got dressed and she reluctantly got dressed and suggested that we go get some coffee and a Danish at the Starbucks a block away. We are at the Starbucks, she is going on and on about living in San Francisco, she points out that the area we are in is really gay, almost totally gay. Only after a long several minutes do we talk about why I am there and that I need a place of my own. She doesn't know anything about any other area, and no matter what I will need roommates or sublet so why not stay with her.

That is how I became a lesbian. Living with her, sleeping with her and getting it on with her. She likes physical contact, she likes to kiss and hug and is always holding hands or putting her arm around my waist. She flies and is gone a couple of nights a week, but the rest of the time she is home. My job takes about an hour to get there and an hour and half to get home. When she doesn't fly she takes care of dinner for me. Sometimes we go out with our roommates, but usually we are just there in the apartment together and have our separate lives from our roommates. During the daytime she initiates almost all physical contact, I tend to initiate physical contact at night when we are in bed. I just can't be so forthright in public, it is not in me. She is the only woman I have been intimate with, so I am very sensitive to being in love with her. I do think she is the essence of what a woman should look like, and I like it that she is so uninhibited with me and likes to lay around naked. I am not quite there yet.

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# 43006 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Bi-Sexual Male / 40

I presented myself for fucking last night. Dropping to the floor on my hands and knees I placed my head onto the carpet exposing my wanton ass for his pleasure. It was my first time and he knew it breeding me gently until I felt him cum, jet after jet decorating my passage.

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