IT TOOK ME 18 YEARS TO COME OUT AS A LESBIAN…HERE IS HOW I DONE IT!

I am not sure if other lesbian ladies will think that my coming out story is funny, but to me it personally was!

Did I want to come out as a Lesbian to my Parents?

Not particularly!

In fact, I could think of nothing worse than people finding out I was a lesbian!

I had been hiding in the closet, or had been in denial of being gay since I was around 11 years old, and at 29 years old I finally had my very first time lesbian experience.

I will discuss my relationships, and there are quite a few, in later blog posts, but I wanted to share my funny lesbian coming out story first!

I am not sure if it will encourage other Glasgow lesbians or worldwide lesbians to come out, or inspire them to use the same method of coming out as a lesbian but it may put a small smile on your face at least.

After a rollercoaster romance with my first English lesbian love, Emma, I was feeling the pressure to come out, not pressure from within me, pressure from her!

This is the first point I shall make:

NEVER MAKE A LESBIAN COME OUT FOR YOU!

I still harbor some bad feelings towards Emma for making me come out,of course she didn’t hold a gun to my head to make me come out, but as all Lesbians seem to do, she had a way of messing with my head, and using all the tricks in the book to make me do what she wanted.

I think the term “head fuck” would definately apply to Emma the Ex!

(Not that I have any bitterness towards her of course, but if I never see that girl again it really would be too soon!)

So I had been seeing Emma the Ex for about 12 months, and apart from the odd argument or 10, everything was going quite smoothly.

When I had embarked on my first time lesbian encounter or experience I had never thought it would be long term, I figured that I only needed to get these “feelings” out of my system and I would be “normal” again, whatever normal was deemed to be in my mind.

So using online Glasgow lesbian dating (don’t knock it until you try it!) I found the perfect candidate for my lesbian lust so to speak.

Emma was 23, quite pretty, not out as a lesbian and lived 200 miles away from me.

She matched my lesbian fling criteria…

I fancied her a little bit, it was my first time I wasn’t being particularly fussy, so long as she was female and had a pair of lips she would do!

I may appear to seem mean, but like I said, I wasn’t looking for a Lesbian Wife, just a lesbian fling!

Ok, I am rambling now….

I think I had been seeing Emma every weekend for about a year at this point, remember she stayed 200 miles away, I wasn’t looking for a Glasgow Lesbian anyway, so weekends were the only time we could see each other.

The day before I came out I got into a big argument with Emma The Ex!

She was piling on the pressure for me to tell my Parents about her, now just so you know, she hadn’t told anyone about me either, her parents didn’t know about her lesbian antics in Glasgow at the weekend, however she said if I came out she would.

This was a lie, not the first one she told me, and certainly not that last one either!

I don’t mean to tar all lesbians with the same brush, but I do find that many Lesbians have a tendency to lie straight to your face!

Come out, or your ditched said Emma the Ex!

Ok, so I had to come out or I was getting dumped, ditched, given the big elbow, being put back on the shelf, basically I would be single unless I came out.

I didn’t think this was fair, but I really thought I loved Emma the Ex, and the fear of losing her prompted me to come out as a Lesbian to my Parents, well to my Mum first!

Ok so after the big argument on the phone, and Emma the Ex hanging up on me for the millionth time, I had to decide on my lesbian coming out action plan.

I thought of the ways I could tell my Mum I was gay:

1. Tell My Mum I’m a Lesbian to her face.

No way!

I would die of embarrassment, I would be tongue-tied, I just couldn’t come out that way.

It’s funny because I have a very close relationship with my Mum, I am a self-confessed Mummy’s Girl!

Emma the Ex would often get very jealous of the time I spent with my Mum and not with her.

But the thought of telling my Mum I was gay, and the fear of rejection meant that I couldn’t tell her to her face.

2. Tell My Mum I’m A Lesbian on the Phone.

Ok, so phoning my Mum sounded like a much better option!

I wouldn’t have the face to face confrontation, and I wouldn’t be so tongue-tied!

I couldn’t do it that way either, each time I went to dial my mum’s phone number and declare my lesbian love for Emma the Ex, I quickly cancelled the dialling!

I thought that if I wrote down what I was going to say, then the call may go a little more smoothly, but as I started to write, I realised a plain, simple, old fashioned letter was the way I would tell my Mum I was a lesbian.

3. I’m A Lesbian By Letter!

I wrote out my letter, not even sure if my Mum still has it, because I would actually like to re-read what I had hastily wrote on the day I came out to her.

Plus I would have posted it on my blog too!

I went to visit my mum, with my coming out letter in hand…

I arrived at my parents house and let myself in, my Dad was out at work, and my Mum was still in bed, asleep, she was in for a rude awakening!!!

I went into her bedroom, and said “good morning”, she smiled the lovely smile she always gives me and replied good morning back to me.

I told her that I had something important to say, but had wrote it in a letter because I found it hard to talk about, I handed over the letter and made a hasty retreat downstairs.

You didn’t think I was going to stand there while she read it did you!

Pacing across my parent’s living room, I estimated that it would take my Mum about 10 to 15 minutes to read the letter.

Time Stood Still As I Waited To Come Out As A Lesbian!

Time seemed to stand still, the more I clock watched, the less time passed by, after what seemed like an eternity, I trudged back up the stairs to my mum’s bedroom.

I opened the door to see my mum…sleeping!

Yes, that’s right, she hadn’t even read my letter, she had fallen straight back asleep.

I couldn’t believe I had waited all the time, agonising over her thoughts about me being a lesbian, and she hadn’t even read it!

My mum awoke again when I entered her room, apologised and said “hold on, I will read your letter now”.

So I had to just stand there, whilst she read my I’m A Lesbian coming out letter.

Perhaps my lesbian coming out story doesn’t seem funny, and it certainly was not funny at the time, but now when I recall how I came out, it does make me chuckle!

I will make a post about her reaction to me being gay, and the subsequent events of my lesbian life, to which there has never been a dull moment!

HAVE YOU SAY TODAY !

Perhaps we will have encountered some of the same experiences, and you can also share your own stories too.

Please feel free to post comments below.

You can even post your own coming out story if you like.

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