The stages of coming out: do you agree with this?

I think I'm also in the Identity Pride stage. except I'm trying to rebel against the sterotypes of being gay.... I for sure developing the deep rage toward majority culture though. In the next few stages i think the only think i'm really worried about is how things with work out with my family. they're really all i care about, if friends don't like it, who cares.

Whenever I saw a hot guy, I'd instantly take a dislike to him and I didn't know why. I was very homophobic as well. Then one time I saw this cute guy in the common room laughing with a few girls and it was like my vision distorted and then righted itself in a split second and I was like 'he's cute. I think he's cute. Am I gay? ... ' I looked again and compared him to the girls around him and that was the moment I realised I was gay. I was't homophobic after that obviously haha. I accepted myself instantly, there was never a question of 'omg i can't be gay noooooo i have to change ... ' I guess you're right, except I went through four of the stages in under thirty seconds. Literally, that was my life changing moment and it happened that fast. I guess there was some stuff under the surface before, just I was too dense to notice.

Well, none of these really fit me, probably because I've never seen myself as a member of the "mainstream group". My mom brought me up as an individual, and I've never quite "fit in" anywhere, so I never really had that notion. It wasn't really coming out of a fog for me, as it was opening some blinds that you're afraid to see what's on the other side. When I was 12 I liked this 16-year-old guy, but he had a girlfriend. I liked him more than I'd liked anybody else, didn't know why, and hated her. It was sort-of obvious, and the realization was knocking on the outside of the window, but I didn't open it. It was sort-of forced open though, through puberty came hormones, and I couldn't ignore guys in the way that I was able to brush them under the carpet before. So then I tried convincing myself I was Bisexual. Because I wanted to convince myself that to appear normal I had to still like girls. I'd tell myself I was Bi, and then I'd not pay any kind-of attention at all to girls. Didn't ever understand what guys find so appealing about girls, but didn't want to admit I'd never date one in my life if I could help it. That process was hard to come out of, but I did. I accepted I was gay, I knew it, but I felt condemned. I felt like my life had been lain down in front of my eyes, and that I was obliged to become this person I didn't want to be. The stereotypical gay guy. Then I looked the other direction, and realized that that way only lead to another place people expect you to go, to doing the exact opposite of what's set out for you. Sure it's bolder, but it's still letting them control you, the people who assume you've got to act one way, I mean. So then I decided that you've got to do what you want, not what other people want or the opposite of what other people want. People expect me to become an artist? I like art, I'm good at it, but I'm not doing it because they want me to, it's because I like it, not them. People expect me to have a lisp? I don't want one, and I don't have one. Not because I'm rebelling against them, but because I don't want one. Stereotypes try to fit you inside of one of two boxes. The "Typical" ones, and the ones who rebel against it. The real magic lies when you crawl out of that box, make your own box, and be happy to call that box yours, and yours alone. :]

Hmmm.. I'm asexual, and I don't think I ever truly went through the "rage" part. Denial? Yeah, plenty. Grief? Yeah, some. But I never ever thought I was better than other people simply because they want sex and I don't. That is THEIR prerogative. And now I think I'm officially at stage six, maybe still with a bit of stage four mixed in with it.