Heh. I suppose I could tell of my comic out, though its nothing particularly interesting.
I remember being a child (like 8 or so) and starting to really notice that in public you'd see a lot of guys and girls holding hands, or kissing on the telly, and husbands and wives and that such. So I asked my mother (who is a closet conservative posing as an open-minded liberal) why two boys or two girls can't be in love. She gave a basic "its okay to be, but it has to be a secret because they'd get picked on" type thing. I found it appalling. I could never settle on the idea of only being able to be with type person. I thought that so long as I could love them and they could love me, it didn't matter what they looked like.
As I grew up and got to about middle school, I started hearing the term "bisexual" thrown around. I figured it made sense enough, so I was willing to accept that as a label for myself. Eventually, the topic came up with my mother some how. I don't recall the reason... We were watching a movie with a gay couple or something. Well, I told her I was bi. I've never really been shy to that fact.
"No you're not." My mother says poignantly.
"Uhm... Yes I am."
"Have you ever had sex with another man?" She asks.
"Well... No." I respond, not really sure where she's going with this.
"Well then you're not bi."
That statement really bothered me. At the time I had never had sex with a female, either. Did that make me Asexual?
Finally, I work up the gall to ask out of curiosity. "Mom. What would you do if I was gay?"
She shuffled uncomfortably for a while.
"Its not that I wouldn't love you.... I just wouldn't claim you as my son." was her reply. It finally donned on me that she was secretly homophobic. -__-
When I confronted her about it, she told me "No! I have no problem with faggots! I have plenty of faggot friends."
...Yep. She's a bigot.
Anyways, I put that out of my mind. I never really care about my mother's impression of me anyways. I knew I'd never be good enough, so it didn't really matter if I tried to please her or not. I was just gonna be me, and that was that.
I lived under the label of Bisexual up until senior year of high school. To be honest, it had always kind of bothered me, the title. I didn't really think it was true for me, but I didn't know what I was. I wasn't attracted to males or females. I wasn't attracted to the typical "OMG (s)he's hawt~" thing. It was an attraction to people's personality. As emotionally "turned on" as I was by a person was how physically turned on I was. I know, I know... That sounds like a yuppie thing to say, but whatever. It was true. I didn't care if they were male/female, gay/straight, black/white, skinny/fat, "pretty"/a burn-victim.... So long as they loved me. ^^;
That's when I discovered the term "Pansexuality" (which is WILDLY misunderstood, but that's another story). The thought of an all-inclusive sexuality based on an attraction to love rather than the physical body was PERFECT for me. :3
So yeah.... As far as "coming out", I was always very open about it. Yeah, I got picked on and harassed, but it never really bothered me. I dunno. Just coming to terms with the right terms was my challenge. Heh~