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16 Of The Best And Worst Coming Out Stories From Anonymous Sharing App “Whisper”

Oscar Wilde said that if you give a man a mask, he will tell you the truth. Anonymity does tend to let honesty free (just take a look at some of the comments on Queerty). Whisper is an app that gives users a forum for anonymous expression — you log in and speak your mind, and nobody ever knows who you are. Then other users comment or direct message one another.

Unsurprisingly, the app is flooded with gay content. We tend to have loud opinions, skeleton-filled closets and complicated pasts.

It’s even being used by some to facilitate a hook up here and there.

Here are 16 posts about the struggles of coming out from users all over the world. The good, the bad, the funny and yes, the ugly. Just about sums it up.

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By:           Dan Tracer
On:           Aug 20, 2014
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  • 27 Comments
    • Scribe38
      Scribe38

      Me: I’m gay
      Dad: -_-
      Me: Dad I’m gay. Did you hear me?
      Dad: Yea I know. Are you f*cking that kid William because he is really a piece of sh*t and you can do better.

      Aug 20, 2014 at 8:07 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • DarkZephyr
      DarkZephyr

      @Scribe38: Is that how it really went?

      I was 19 and told my Mom over the phone. She replied with “You like guys?!” I said “Yeah…” She said “OH! OK! Well on the way home, could you pick up some coffee?” lol

      My favorite of the ones above was “When I told my parents that I was gay, my Mom handed my Dad $20″. Ha ha ha they bet on it.

      Aug 20, 2014 at 10:33 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • muscl954
      muscl954

      I came out to my Dad when I was 25 years old. He told me,” I’ve known since you were 15.” I didn’t even know when I was 15!! lol

      Aug 20, 2014 at 11:35 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • jd2222248
      jd2222248

      at 22 years old (years ago), I came out to my mom and brother at the sometime. My mom said “we could have been going out to club together!” My brother “that’s it?”

      I love them! :-)

      Aug 20, 2014 at 11:48 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Bulls Eye
      Bulls Eye

      (Honest-to-god, the way I came out to my parents was on the telephone with my mom, from my college dorm room):

      Me:…you mean you KNOW?
      Mom: yes… But your father wants to talk to you…
      Me: Ok… Hi dad…
      Dad: Yeah, Hi son. And you know your mom and I love you, and all. But I gotta ask you a question — doesn’t his beard scratch your face?

      (Yes. It was that simple. I guess timing is everything.)

      Aug 20, 2014 at 12:20 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • auntsharon
      auntsharon

      I told my mother I was gay. She cried and asked, “Oh, what did I do?” Thirty minutes later it was “Oh, what do you do?”

      Aug 20, 2014 at 12:45 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • nokkonwud
      nokkonwud

      When I came out to my Mom, she took me to a psychiatrist. He told her I was fine but he could help her accept me. This was in 1975.

      Aug 20, 2014 at 2:02 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • morgan riggs
      morgan riggs

      When I came out to my husband as a gay trans guy, he sat for a long while and then said, “Well, the puzzle pieces finally fit. I always wondered why you were so different than any woman I’ve ever met.” And yeah we are still together.

      Aug 20, 2014 at 2:06 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • RSun
      RSun

      After my stepmother broke the news to my father, he called me at work…”I heard your news on the way to town today. I didn’t hit the ditch so it can’t be that bad.”

      Aug 20, 2014 at 2:47 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • tsknoxville
      tsknoxville

      Many years ago… I went home specifically to come out to my mom and dad. I fully expected my mother to hug me and say “that’s all right, I still love you”; and I expected my dad to either have a heart attach or rant at me. WRONG!

      The first morning I was watching a television interview which was featuring a gay man. My mom wandered into the room, watched for a moment, and said “they should just stop. They’re just disgusting!”

      (Pause) “Uh mom, they can’t just stop. I should know because I’m one.

      She fell to pieces! The next thing I know she’s asking me to not tell my dad and dragging me off to a meeting with some minister (not her own!!!!). While he didn’t agree with my being gay, the minister encouraged us to continue talking. He asked if my dad knew; and when we said No, he indicated that we should not withhold this information from dad.

      So, I spent the next day snd a half working up my courage to tell my dad. Finally after spending much time with him basically doing nothing…. I told him. His only comments were “does your mother know? I thought something was wrong.” AND “I hope you’ll be safe.” That was it!

      And while the time was a bit traumatic, it was liberating.

      Aug 20, 2014 at 2:52 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Austin77
      Austin77

      I came out at 13 (as soon as I realized; I was kind of totally asexual before that). Mom just did the “it’s a phase, you’ll grow out of it” thing, and my step-dad just shrugged (he has a gay brother).

      3 years later, my mom did the knock-knock-open-the-door thing around noon on a Saturday and found me in bed (barely waking up) with my first boyfriend. She just kind of paused a second, then said, “So, what do you guys want for breakfast?”

      She and I had plenty of arguments and problems through the years over other things, but I have to give her props for that one.

      Aug 20, 2014 at 3:34 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Tommysole
      Tommysole

      Mom told me She was disappointed in me and then said, “Don’t tell any of our friends, what would they think about me for having a Fag son?!”

      Dad flipped out and said, “You are out of the family business!” Like I wanted to be Damn Diesel mechanic and be covered in grease, and work 70 hours a week like he did until he retired 5 years ago.

      My sister accepted it with no problem at all, “Great! Let’s go to the mall and check out guys!” I love my sister!

      My brother figured that his younger brother was gay, he could get a blowjob from me every now and then, and tried to rape me more than once. I am so glad he is drugged, drunken loser with 2 felony convictions against him and his life is a complete and total shambles!

      Aug 20, 2014 at 3:39 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • jerzeeshadow
      jerzeeshadow

      One day when I was with my ex two of my cousins happen to see us come out the house. My cousin Enrique knew while Antonio didn’t (I was scared to tell him because he was the thug in the family). But when he pulled me aside and I told him, he said he was only upset I didn’t tell him; it didn’t matter who I loved or what role I play in fucking because at the end of the day I was still a man, still his cousin, he loved me and he would kill anybody who would hurt me and have me a hug. Funny thing now is that he’s trying to hook me up with one of his honours lol.

      Aug 20, 2014 at 4:37 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • TTTTom
      TTTTom

      I told my parents I was gay while I was over at their place for dinner. Mom said “I hope you’re not just figuring that out.” When I left for the night Dad told me to never come back.

      Aug 20, 2014 at 4:41 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • jerzeeshadow
      jerzeeshadow

      It was supposed to say homies, not honours lol

      Aug 20, 2014 at 4:42 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Lvng1tor
      Lvng1tor

      My mother said “now you don’t have to lie about where you are going at night” and my dad said “You were so serious about us talking today that I thought you were going to tell me something important or bad like you are quitting college.”

      Aug 20, 2014 at 7:33 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • mokuhulu
      mokuhulu

      I told my younger brother. He said so… you want a medal or something? and don’t tell mom.

      I told my older brother. He said… duh! and don’t tell mom

      I told my dad. He said It doesn’t matter, I love you anyway.. and don’t tell your mother…

      2 years later I told my mom.

      She said…

      Oh my GOD what did I DO !?!?!

      That was in 1980

      Aug 20, 2014 at 10:17 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Saint Law
      Saint Law

      First thing my mum did was go next door and tell skinhead Mandy: “Well, you can forget it. Sean’s just come off the mantelpiece!”

      Aug 20, 2014 at 11:17 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Saint Law
      Saint Law

      My telling dad was his cue to boast about all the men he’d slept with in the Navy: “You will never have so many!”

      But that was my old man: anything you could do, he could do better.

      Aug 20, 2014 at 11:18 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • imperator
      imperator

      When I came out in my first year of university, in ’97, my mom– who has a gay sister and cousin– worried that I’d get beat up or discriminated against and that I’d be unhappy. I told her I might get beat up, or discriminated against, but that not being myself would make me more unhappy than anything else that could happen to me. I asked her to let me tell my dad because I needed some more psyching-up first, but she did, and I knew it as soon as he became more antagonistic than usual. When I asked him what his problem was, he said “shit on a stick stinks” and that if I wanted to “paint my dick pink and wag it around in public” then I should move to Toronto.

      I honestly don’t remember how the rest of that ‘conversation’ went down… pretty sure I told him he was a small-minded idiot. I didn’t storm out of the house (though I had before, and would again later) but he was never friendly with any of the guys I dated so whenever I was seeing someone, I spent as much time as possible at their place (so clingy so fast, staying over for 4-5 days at a time a week after getting together probably contributed to those first few not lasting). Then my parents got a cottage where they spent most weekends and I was able to have a boyfriend without immediately moving in together (and that’s lasted 11 years now), and then dad got diagnosed with pancreatic cancer right around when I finally moved out for good, and I think he realized that if he wanted any kind of relationship with me better than what he had with his dad, he was going to have to stop being such a passive-aggressive prick about me being gay. So things got a bit better, at least superficially; not long before he died, he and my mom saw my bf at the grocery store and he called him “sweetie.” Might have been the pain meds talking, though, pancreatic cancer’s pretty brutal.

      My sister couldn’t have cared less, and for a while ended up dating… um… I’m not sure- a guy who wanted to be a girl but wanted to keep the installed plumbing… but when she dumped him it was because she said he was an unreliable freeloader.

      And today, my relationship with my bf of ~11 years includes a third who joined us a little over 2 years ago, and nobody in my family’s raised an eyebrow over it (at least not to me directly). My mom and sister have both met our other bf and were cool with him. So I make no secret of being poly, either.

      Frankly, the most anxiety I have around the revelation of my identity (or identities) is those times I find myself ‘outed’ as a kinky sub :-/

      Aug 21, 2014 at 5:01 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • James A
      James A

      When I came out to my mom I planned a day together at the lake. When I told her, she was devastated. Her response was “It’s okay for your brother to be gay but not you”. She indicated she did not want to know about what or who was in my life and if I would still visit her. Before I left she leaned over and kissed my cheek saying “well you did fall a couple of steps off your pedestal”. Months passed and during one phone conversation she told me she heard I was seeing someone with which I responded yes but I thought you did not want to know anything. She asked if she could meet him, and from the moment she met him she loved my partner as one of her own. When we visited she insisted on giving up her bedroom for us. They would spend hours together. My mom was a very religious woman and I think that she worried that I would not make it into heaven. Before she passed away I told her one time “I promise I will see you in heaven”….and I will.

      Aug 21, 2014 at 10:46 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • EngiNerd
      EngiNerd

      I told my mom I was gay and wanted to bring my boyfriend over for thanksgiving. The first thing my mom asked was if I had AIDs.

      Aug 23, 2014 at 12:55 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • Jboo
      Jboo

      I’m kind of jealous of you guys. 25 years in…I don’t have it in me to come out to my family yet, so props to all you. I’m pretty certain my parents suspect, but on the other hand I think they’re silently hoping I’ll knock up a lady friend of mine (they have grandbaby fever). My mother has asked me point blank a couple of times (at which point my father always replies ‘for Christ sakes Carla’), but I’ve denied it. When I meet the right guy, I’m definitely not hiding him. I guess it feels like I’m dissapointing them (my parents) somehow? Kind of a weird way to feel I suppose. Little do they know I intend to have my own biological children. My parents are amazing, loving people – but they still hold some antiquated notions regarding homosexuality. It doesn’t really help that I have a gay sibling who kind of ruined the whole coming out process (they have a flair for the dramatic), and oh, who also semi-outed me to my loved ones, which felt fantastic (luckily I’m somewhat of a good bullshitter, so they believe me over him). Needless to say i’m estranged from that sibling.

      Aug 23, 2014 at 7:44 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • jasentylar
      jasentylar

      @Tommysole: Woww. I came out to my oldest brother when I was 14. He told me that shit won’t be tolerated. So, I said that I was just kidding and went back in the closet. I came out to my brother who’s a year older than me when I was 30. He was disgusted and intrigued by the sexual aspects or the fact I would do that with another guy. Then, he was hurt mostly that I failed to share my inner struggles with him. They all dropped the ball and so did I, but I never wish them harm. I want nothing but the best for all my siblings.

      Aug 24, 2014 at 2:45 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • jasentylar
      jasentylar

      @Austin77: If I was your mom and found you in bed with someone else (without your parent’s consent I’m assuming), I would’ve beat your ass. It’s disrespectful to yourself and your parents to bring someone over and carry on like that.

      Aug 24, 2014 at 2:50 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • BiL
      BiL

      Me: I have something to tell you that might make you mad.

      My brother: What is it?

      Me: I’m gay

      My brother: I know, but what do you have to tell me that’s going to make mad?

      Sep 23, 2014 at 1:40 am · @ReplyReply to this comment ·
    • lemonmoon
      lemonmoon

      I grew up in a small village in Scotland. When i moved to London in 1980 my dad found a gay newspaper i had forgotten about in my bedroom.A couple of years later when the Aids epidemic started he sent me a letter with lots of newspaper clippings about Aids, new disease etc… I panicked , my dad was a no nonsense army guy who could be fairly tough.I dreaded what he might say. Here is a little of what i remember.

      Dear Son
      I’ve always considered your sex life to be private but i would like to bring to your attention this new disease for which there is no cure, please take adequate precautions.I knew two homosexuals when i was in the army and they were two of the nicest chaps you could ever meet. I trust this is not too patronising. I’m only writing to you in this vein because i love you very much.
      Love Dad

      He was a man of few words generally but he could choose the right words at the right moment i guess.

      Sep 23, 2014 at 4:59 pm · @ReplyReply to this comment ·

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