Touching stories all around. Several seem sadly common, mostly family and friends pushing away because of the hypocritical stereotypes, or just being religious almost to a fault. But, still quite a few that are rather nice and heart warming.
Have to say, when I first "came out" to anyone, it was my mom and step-dad about 7 years ago. My mom was ok with it at first, but I'm pretty sure that my step-dad was not very happy about it, but it seems like he's lying to my mother anyway, so I don't really care what he thinks. However, they both started telling me that it wasn't a good idea to tell anyone else, and that I should almost keep it a secret from everyone. I started realizing that they weren't happy with me when they started heaping extra chores on me and practically keeping me a prisoner in the house. I had almost no social life at all, and it really didn't help that they had decided to pull me out of school by the 7th grade and simply "leave me" to learn on my own.
I finally started going to the community college in town, and made several friends within a few days. And it wasn't long before some of my "habits" started raising red-flags to my friends, and a few of them actually came up to me and asked if I was gay. It was so sudden, I didn't even have any time to think of a lie, so I just told them the truth. Practically everyone still accepted me for who I was though, although there were quite a few more "gay jokes" thrown my way than before. (Didn't bother me in the least though, since I usually turned em back on them with something far worse.) This helped me to come to better terms with who I was, and helped for actually telling the one person I was deathly afraid of telling: my grandma. My mother had repeatedly told me that my grandma would stop loving me if I told her that I was gay, and sadly enough, I believed her for the longest time.
It was about a year after coming out to my friends at the college that I was living with a few friends after having a "falling out" with my mom and step-dad, and I was at my grandmas' house visiting. We were both smoking outside, talking about how college was going for me when I decided I'd ask her a question to lead up to me telling her I was gay. And I swear, that woman had the single best response I've ever heard anyone say so far. I asked her a simple question, scared to death that what my mother had been saying was right: "Grandma, do we have any gay relatives?" And her exact response? "Besides you?" I swear, my jaw practically touched the concrete, I was so surprised at the way she just threw that simple response at me like it meant absolutely nothing to her. I broke down crying for a good ten minutes, letting her know how much I loved her and how scared I was to tell her because of what my mother had said.
After that, it seemed like a weight lifted off my chest, and if I was asked by a friend or co-worker about it, I simply laughed and told them "Yeah, I'm gay. Is that a problem?" It felt really good to be able to tell people that, and not have to worry about what they thought about me. Almost everyone was very accepting of it, though a few started making jokes that were bordering on rude a bit more than usual, and others just stopped talking to me. I even had an old friend/bully drive slowly past me as I walked home from work and shoot BBs at me from his car after he found out. I was just lucky that he was a horrible shot, even from less than 10 feet away.
I've also told my biological father, my step-mom and my 2 sisters about 3 years ago when I finally got the chance to see them again after almost 12 years of being kept from them. (My mom was quite the @#$%& when it came to anything to do with my father, and decided to make me suffer for it while I lived with her. Needless to say, I don't talk to her anymore.) All of them accepted me immediately, with both of my sisters being extremely interested in asking me LOTS of questions.
So, I'd have to say I had an easier time coming out than I thought I would, and I'm thankful for that. Though, living in Kansas state now, doesn't really give me a lot of leeway to be as open as when I lived in Washington.