I had gay feelings early on (probably when I was 12 or 13), but up until about a year ago, I legitimately believed I was straight. There was some major cognitive dissonance, so I believed I was straight in order to be at peace. I obviously didn't know this was happening. It wasn't until I went to my university that I started confronting my thoughts. It probably took eight years to accept myself!
The first person I came out to was Rida on October 12, 2016, one day after National Coming Out Day. I first came out as bisexual, but it wasn't because I denied who I was. I wasn't using it as a transitioning stage. I'll spare the details, but you could say I'm a 5 on the Kinsey scale, and I thought this required me to label myself as bisexual. It turns out that not every gay person is a 6 on that scale, and it didn't feel right calling myself bisexual, so I call myself gay now.
From there, I told my brother, family, and friends. If someone asks, I'll tell them I'm gay. If they don't ask, I won't say anything. It's hardest to tell the people closest to you, so my parents were the last to find out.
What's interesting though is that there is an extremely high amount of pressure in coming out. I knew my parents would accept me and be happy with me. I also live in one of the most liberal states in the US, which puts me in one of the most liberal and accepting areas in the entire world. Still, it's extremely hard to come out to people. This has made me realize how grateful I am to live where I do.
I just happened to start talking to Kayzar on Discord just a few days before I came out to Rida. I loved the sound of his voice, and I loved how he was constantly laughing, even when everyone was telling him to shut up. We're still dating, and now I'm going to see him next week for the first time! So much has happened in the past year, and coming out was really life-changing.