I was 15 when I decided to come out. I had always known something was different in my life. I had girlfriends but never wanted to do anything sexual -- not even kiss them. Online, I had looked at gay stuff just wondering about it since I never knew anyone gay.

Then I thought "You know, I may be gay." So I ended up telling my friend and we talked about it some and she was perfectly fine with it. Actually, I came to find out all of the guys that hung out in our little group of friends ended up being gay or bisexual.

About a week after I told my friends I planned on telling my mom. Of course, I thought of the worst possible thing would happen. So we were coming back from my foot operation and I told her, "Mom, you know how all of our life you have told us no matter what you will still love us?" and she said "Yes."

So I told her "Well, I think I'm bisexual," thinking she would take that a lot better than me being gay. And she pulled the car over and asked me why I thought that I was bisexual. And I just told her that I liked guys better than girls. So she went into telling me "Well, you know, the gay guys are not going to like you because you like girls. And the girls are not going to like you because you like guys." I was like, "I know, but this is how I am," and I told her I didn't want to tell dad because he may not be accepting.

She told me she wanted me to so that they could talk openly about it. So after we got home, I think she told him -- but she never told me if she had. She made me go to the store with him. And i just told him, "I think I'm bi." And his exact words were "So? I still love you." I was shocked. Here I had been worried sick about my parents beating me up and kicking me out of the house. But they didn't.

Then I had a date with my first boyfriend. We were both 15, so of course I my dad drove us. It was so cool. But it just wasn't right. I felt good about it and knew it was what I wanted., but we ended up breaking up about one month after getting together because we never got to see each other.

Then I hooked up with my next boyfriend and we went to the movies. Well, it was the same movie my parents were at so they met him the same night I did. That lasted 6 months. He would come see me everyday and hang out with me and my family. He ended up spending Christmas with my family. and I spent New Year's Eve with him and his friends. Everyone was really accepting of us. It was shocking.

I never thought it would have been that easy. But then again, it is not always easy. I am just a lucky person. I am out at work, and I do find the occasional person that has a problem with it. But I just stay away from them. It's really cool because as long as you don't hit on them they won't bother you. That is what I have found in life.