#MyComingOut story is way too long for one post. But I'll share a bit for context. I've been lucky to come from a wonderfully close, loving and supportive family that has filled my life with good memories. But coming out wasn't an easy experience for me. My big gay brother beat me to it at 19, when I was 18. After I got him to come out to me (like I am now, @dmcuk81 isn't a subtle gay in the best way 💅🏻💜) I was so focussed on the fact I had a gay brother and what that meant for our family, that I was too caught up in my 'straight' lifestyle with my straight friends snogging girls and trying to fit in. I didn't even consider my own sexuality. When he confided his broken heart in my mum, my parents, out of love, concern and worry, didn't act correctly and for a while our family was fractured. By the time it had healed, I knew who I was, but the stress it had caused all of my family made me retreat into a kind of asexual existence for a long time. I had a good life, but I wasn't happy or free to be who I was. That fear, and this 'other' me, took many years from my life that I'll never get back. After a series of stuttered, strange and kind of unbelievable moments (anyone who is close to me knows this is a story for another time 😕) today, I am very blessed to be unapologetically myself. With the support and love of my friends, family and the ridiculous yet overwhelmingly appreciated comments and messages i receive here, I never feel like I have to fit in anywhere anymore, and that feels really good. So hooray for being gay. Be big and hairy and a big Mary, or burly and surly, or both or neither or anything you want to be - you will always find support in the most unexpected places. Happy #nationalcomingoutday. 🌈❤️💛💚💙💜🌈