How to Survive the Never-Ending Cycle of Coming Out

Have you ever lived with someone who leaves the cupboard doors open… all the time?

You walk into the kitchen to get some water, turn on the light and it’s as if a rookie poltergeist decided to on the most vanilla yet annoying prank? It’s a never-ending battle of constantly opening and closing doors for other people.

Coming out is a lot like that.

 

Coming Out Isn’t The Goal, the Goal is to be Happy

Here’s a disclaimer: There are certain people who are pressured to be constantly “coming out”. Trans folk who don’t fit other’s gender expectations and nonbinary people, in particular, are constantly forced into uncomfortable and potentially dangerous situations. Either they choose to annoyingly correct the misgendering, and therefore have to give a stranger Trans 101 talk, or endure the discomfort for their own safety or wellbeing. 

As a trans person who’s queer and binary, I usually fit people’s expectations of what a “queer trans person” looks like. I’m a skinny white guy who looks like a typical millennial artsy type, and speaks with a slightly stereotypical “queer cadence” (think Antoni from Queer Eye). I don’t represent all the community in any way shape or form. No one does.

Having said that… people outside of the LGBTQIA+ spectrum can have a limited understanding of what “coming out” is really all about.

First, they often underestimate how repetitive it is. You don’t just come out of the closet once. You have to come out to your family, your friends, the extended family, your work, different clients, your friends’ friends, your significant other, your in-laws… it’s more exhausting (and less rewarding) than watching the Director’s Cut of the Lord of the Rings.

All 11 hours and 22 minutes of it

Even as a trans person, I sometimes have to “come out” to other trans people and vice versa. That kind of coming out is my absolute favorite! It’s like you’re meeting another member of a secret club you both belong to, and suddenly you’re both in the trenches together. (It’s also when we start plotting for the vegan transgender Satanic world domination… joking. Or am I?)

Unfortunately for my stamina, there is a constant stage of coming out over and over and over again. Family members might have ignored you the first time, hoping it was a passing phase or a brief moment of queer induced verbal vomit. Friends might be unsure as well, and forget that you’re not straight or cis.

 

My Less-Than-Tragic Backstory

Like many queer trans people, I’ve had to come out a lot of times. 

At the age of 14, I came out as bisexual to my parents. My mom seemed relieved. She definitively suspected something queer was happening in the state of Denmark, since I often got mistaken for a boy. 

I didn’t come out to my friends until I was in college. Most people were unphased or not interested...although a couple of them had novel reactions

“Does being bi mean you’re… into threesomes?” one asked curiously, eyes open wide. 

“I don’t know, are you offering or just curious?”

He almost audibly gulped.

Another time, an extremely religious friend started offering some unsolicited theories on my bisexuality. He supposed that my sexual identity had to do with family issues.

Without looking up from my paper, I asked him, “Hmm… how often do you think of your family when you’re hooking up with someone? That seems pretty weird.” 

He quickly changed the topic.

For almost a decade, I ignored the gnawing in my stomach to transition. I had been living as a woman for a while, and had internally self-identified as “meh” gender. It wasn’t until I had a bad date, and realized on the way home how badly I needed and wanted to transition and live life as a man. 

A couple of months later, for a second time, I quietly came out to my parents. This time, as a transgender. 

Aesthetically, I was very gender nonconforming and my family worried that transitioning, socially or medically, wouldn’t bring me the joy I was looking for. It was the only path I could reasonably see myself taking, and I kept telling them that if I had a cheat code for life, I would change my own character sheet to “man”.

They were scared. We sat down after a family dinner one evening, and dark thoughts brewed. It was intimidating and felt like I was being vivisected. They were supportive of any change I wanted to do but voiced that they could not support a medical transition. They thought it could negatively affect my mental health, or worse, my often poor physical health. They didn’t want people to have reasons to discriminate against me or hurt me. They watched the news, they watched Boys Don’t Cry

“You could die,” they reminded me, “You could be beaten within an inch of your life.”

I bravely assured them that it didn’t matter. All paths had lead me to this point, and I needed to transition.

The third time I came out to them, I was an ol’ pro. I let them know that I was dating someone. Two someones, actually. Their eyebrows raised a bit, and I reassured them it was all consensual! In fact, all three of us were dating each other. I explained that I was polyamorous, and had always harbored feelings like these but worried it was because I was a “bad person”. I related it back to the free-love movement of the 60s, and they completely understood.

free-love movement of the 60s

Hi mom!

They met both my then-partners, and welcomed them with open arms. All things considered, my parents have been incredible during this process of discovery. We’ve all learned together, and now I look forward to texts from my dad where he jokes that he’s… trans parent. (Dad jokes transcend all apparently.)

 

“It’s Not Just a Phase, Mom!” (but even if it is, you should be respected)

Family is often the hardest group to come out to. Let me tell you right now: if you ever fear for your security, carefully consider coming out to your family. If you feel like they might kick you out, or hurt you, prioritize your safety first. You do not ever need to be out in order to be a “valid” orientation or gender.

I will also add a disclaimer here: I have never experienced that level of fear. I was lucky to grow up in a family that was awkward, but accepting of different orientations. My parents are non-believing and atheists, and I have never had to manage the pressure that being in a religious or socially conservative household can bring. 

 

Some Tips From Your Truncle (Trans Uncle) Zack

If you feel safe and want to share this with your family, here are a few tips for how you can go about this:

  1. Take the time to know yourself first. You might be excited to share your new level of self-awareness with them, but take it from me: if you seem unsure about what this revelation means, parents will interpret it as “indecision” or “confusion”. They might try to ignore it, and sweep it under the carpet. Speak to your parents when you have an idea of what changes this will bring your life. Prepare for honest but awkward questions. For example if you’ve realized that you want to be seen publicly as a woman: do you want to start hormones? Are you going to change your name? Do you want to have surgery? If it feels too anxiety inducing, pretend you’re being interviewed by Oprah or John Oliver. (We’ve all done it to some extent, don’t pretend you haven’t.) What would you say to them?

  2. Write yourself a script. Prepare what you’re going to say, even if that means typing it up as an actual script. Don’t worry, your interests and what you want is a subject you’re already an expert in. You’ve got this, but don’t go in blind! Write down some notes on the important points you’d like to remember. You can even bring cue-cards if that would make you feel more comfortable. “Hey mom and dad, do you remember when I was first drooling over Princess Jasmine? Well, that wasn’t a phase.”

  3. Write a letter, and give that to them. A letter can help you process your feelings thoughtfully, while also giving them the space to react honestly. They will have a range of emotions. Remember that their emotions don’t reflect you, but witnessing them in their most raw state can be painful. If this a level of discomfort you’re uncomfortable with, a letter might work best!

  4. Have a backup plan ready. If you’re worried that they might not react well, have a “oh poop” plan ready. Have a friend be aware of the situation, and let them know when and where you’re going to break the news to your parents. If you worry about your parents potentially having a major issue and your security could be compromised, find somewhere safe to stay. It could be long term or short term. Prepare a backpack with some overnight essentials, and stay a few days with your “coming out friend” while things cool down enough for less painful communication.

  5. Contact local LGBTQIA+ organizations. It’s key to find community when you feel like you’re doing something life-changing. Go on Facebook, and find local organizations that can help you, and your parents if they need support. They might offer meetings for parents to meet other parents, or just provide a safe place for you to eat dinner with people who truly understand where you’re coming from. They can offer support and supplies for safer sex (condoms, lube, dental dams— oh my!) and even provide free syringes and needles if you need them (for hormones, etc).

 

There, I did it! I’m a Real ___ now right?

Coming out is not a stage you do in order to ascend through to the next level of “gay” or “trans”. There’s no ranking system out there. Coming out is meant to be an activity to reclaim your public image, take up space and reject the assumption that “average people are straight and cis and monogamous”. 

Society incorrectly assumes there’s a sexual, romantic or gender “norm” that we’re deviating from. It’s as if everyone is born cis, and primed for a life of heterosexuality in a world primarily populated by white people. In reality, there’s no “baseline normal” that queer or trans or ace or demisexuals are deviating from. There’s nothing outlandish about someone being one or all of these things in some variation.  Heck, you can even be disabled/chronically ill, queer, trans, and polyamorous (hello!). 

It is vital for people to understand that these identities are not diverting from “the norm”. There is no normal, there’s only “more common” or “more publicly encouraged”. It’s like asking, “sure, these jellybeans are tasty, but which one is the normal flavor?”. There is no normal flavor! 

It’s a silly example, but orientations are similar. They’re preferences and identities to be respected, even if you don’t understand them.

toasted marshmallow jelly bean

But a pox on you if you enjoy toasted marshmallow jelly beans, who raised you to hate the world?