So i bet there are a million coming out stories on here...well fuck you it's my turn.
It's not all that exciting really.
I was drunk, of course.
Now, Im not completely closeted. I was out to a few gay friends and if you're perceptive it's pretty damn obvious.
Well i got asked by one such perceptive person, and im like, fuck it, "I am." It's not like i had any problems with her knowing.
Then, we were talking, with some other straight people. And she asked what guys i thought were hot. So then i got bombarded. Once again, the motto of "Fuck it" came to me and i came out to them. It really wasn't a lot of people. but they were the first straight people i had officially come out too.
So, that night at home i started fretting, the alcohol wearing off i regained my senses. After some tossing and turning i returned to "Fuck it!"
By this time i was ready to come out to all, there and then. I was not just ready, but i had a burning desire too. But no one asked, it all seemed forgotten.
Now the policy is, if i get asked i will tell. And i am very close to shouting it from the rooftops anyway. i feel that me being closeted is stunting my growth, preventing me from having fun, and basically confining me.
I will tell my parents soon enough, but i might test the waters a bit more with friends and the like.
Practice does make perfect.