Signorile's 'Outing Yourself' is the perfect book for those who wish to reveal their personal persuasions to a wider audience. In this day and age, one's proclivities are not something that ought to be repressed from others through fear of ridicule, yet (even now) coming out remains an especially tough step for some people to take. This book covers everything you need to know in order to be emotionally prepared for the experience.
Personally, I came out at the age of seventeen. I had known my true feelings for some time by then, but it was still extremely difficult to be open about myself. Some people find their parents to be the hardest people to reveal the truth to but, in honesty, I believe that my parents always knew that I was somehow 'different' from my classmates. I suppose that I must have been about thirteen when I started to become aware of the fact that I stood out. I don't know whether it was the way I walked, the way I dressed or even the way I spoke, but it was already apparent to all that I wasn't quite like the other kids at school. Most of them were polite to me, but I never got to feel a real sense of belonging among them. Internally, I suffered a great deal of angst at this time. I had no doubts about who I really was inside, but I was fearful of what might happen if I let this be known. Would I be accepted for who I am? In the end, I decided that I had no choice but to reveal my inclinations, in order to be true to myself- regardless of the consequences!
Anyhow, as I say, it was at seventeen that I took this step. The first person I told was my best friend Kevin. My voice trembled a little as I began to speak and a tear soon started to form in the corner of my eye, as I struggled to stutter out the truth. Would he shun me? Worse still, would he become violent towards me? Well, fortunately, no! Despite the differing nature of our lifestyles, Kevin said that he was completely okay with my admission and gave me a huge hug! This inspired a huge boost of confidence and the very next day I gathered everyone around to make an announcement. "I'm straight!" I yelled at my ballet-school classmates, without so much as a trace of embarrassment in my voice!
Well, after that things weren't quite as simple as I had hoped. Once I had exposed myself as being (what the other boys referred to as) a 'breeder', I suppose that the onslaught of heterophobic bullying was inevitable. Even to this day, I almost find myself expecting to hear cries of 'Smelly hetero!' whenever I board a bus. Perhaps cruelest of all were the insults I had to endure after practise in the locker-room. One menacingly slender boy called Marc always used to scream 'You dirty fannypacker!' whenever I entered the showers (or, worse still, simply 'Cockdodger!'). Still, I felt no shame within myself and the other boys could do nothing to dampen my straight pride.
Be true to yourself!