6 Ways to Come Out with Style


Hey guys, Cece here. I’m really sorry I haven’t posted but there’s been a lot going on in my life. For one, I came out to my parents.

It was…difficult. And I don’t really know how I feel about them knowing. We had a bit of an awkward conversation. They told me they love me no matter what and I said ok. And now we all seem to kind of ignore it.

I know a lot of people say it’s a relief to come out. I’m not sure I would say I’m relieved, as in a weight off my shoulders or anything. But I do feel like telling them was the right thing to do.

Also, two days ago was Day of Silence! My school’s GSA sold some buttons and held sign ups for Day of Silence. Each participant got a sticker.

Anyway, coming out and Day of Silence both went well overall, and I’ve been meaning to do a list like the post I did a while ago, so I present to you:


6 Ways to Come Out with Style. 

  1. This is how I did it, so I have to include it. It may not be the easiest for all. I took one of the buttons we were selling and wrote it on the back. Basically, find a gay themed pin/button and write it on the back. Hand it to whom you wish.
  2. This is all over the internet but I stand by it. Bake a cake, cupcake, or anything else you can frost, and spell it out on top in your favorite kind of frosting.
  3. Write a letter to the person. Be as formal as you possibly can. (ex. “I am pleased to inform you that your son, [insert name her] is undeniably gay and wishes you to know.”) Give it to them or leave it where they will find it–make sure it will be them who finds it, not a random person I’m their office building or something.
  4. Sit down and say, “Mom, Dad, we need to get one thing straight.” Pause and look at them. In your most sincere voice, continue, “I’m not.”
  5. Take the most stereotypically gay things you have or find a t-shirt that says something like in the above idea, and wear it around them. Wait for them to ask about it.
  6. Just sit down with them and tell them. Have a nice conversation and then say it. It’s a classic.

Of course, if you suspect your parents might not be accepting and you depend on them, you might want to wait and not put yourself in danger. You can always ask them about their stance on LGBTQ+ rights and see what their opinion is in general before you decide whether you will be safe coming out. 

Thanks for reading, lovelies! 🙂 Talk to you all on Tuesday! (I’m on spring break, so I promise I’ll write on time!) 

Do any of you have coming out stories? Tell us in the comments!


Please Don’t Do That To Yourself


Cece here! I’m going to preface this with an apology for not posting on Tuesday like I was supposed to. Wow, a lot of us are apologizing this week, huh?

I’ve been busy this week, especially because I had a concert for my orchestra at school (I play violin). It was really fun, like always. I’ve been playing since third grade, so I’ve had quite a few concerts.

Anyway, I was busy because of that and general life and school stuff.

The point of my post today was actually supposed to be a lighthearted and fun recap of my week, but I’ve decided to just tell you why I was busy and move on.

I instead want to say something that came to my mind when I read Muffin’s post, and because of one of my friends. Honestly Muffin has already said it, but we can’t stress it enough.

Please don’t resort to harming your own body when you don’t feel good.

I know it can seem hopeless, and the world can seem like such a dark place. But you are beautiful. I don’t say that just to say it. I will be honest: not everyone can be wholly attractive on the outside. Everyone has their own physical flaws. (I hate my nose.)

But as long as you have a good attitude, you will always be beautiful to those who care about you.

Please, do not hurt yourself. Don’t scar yourself. If you feel like you need to do that, please ask for help. There is nothing wrong with asking for help.

And I don’t necessarily mean asking to see a therapist. I mean to confide in someone you trust. Talk to a friend, a guidance counselor, a parent, a guardian, an aunt…anybody. And, by all means, if you want to see a therapist, ask somebody to help you, or again, talk to a guidance counselor.

You can Even if you talk to us: we are here to help. We might not be able to talk face to face, but we can still type.

And if you ever feel like you want to kill yourself, PLEASE tell somebody. People who care are here to help. Nobody should have to feel so bad they want to die.

I hope you guys are all doing well, and know we are here if you need us.

Thanks so much for reading this and following us! 😚

Rant rant rant TIIIIIIME


 Muffin here, Pansexuality is one of the many ignored sexualities. Pansexuals do exist! Pansexuals are not bi,Pansexuals are not attention seeking! AND THEY DON’T LIKE PANS!!!!! Pansexuals are people who are attracted to others regardless of gender. This may seem confusing to some people. “Isn’t that the same thing as bi?” No. To be bisexual means that you are attracted to the same gender as yourself and the opposite gender. Pansexual is being attracted to people regardless of gender. To differentiate, some people have preferences. A bisexual person may have a preference for males, females, nonbinary, or any other gender. Pansexuals typically do not. If a pansexual has a preference it may be something like having tattoos, short hair, or really anything that disregards gender. They may also have a preference for masculinity or femininity (which do not identify a persons gender. Males can be feminine and females can be masculine.) Pansexuals aren’t greedy and they don’t call themselves pan to make them feel “more special” than bisexuals. There’s simply a difference between them and they’d like you to respect that! Basically, everyone should just respect other people’s sexualities because it’s none of your business who someone likes or doesn’t like one way or another! Pansexuals aren’t bi! And people need to stop calling us stupid, monstrous, or fake. Why?





A Message of Truth


I want to share something very, very important.

This is for everybody. Young, old, gay, straight, bi, pan, trans, white, black, big, small, short, tall… You get the point.

I started writing this the other day because I had a good day that day. Mostly good, anyway. But I had a few moments at the end of the day where nobody seemed to be listening, and I didn’t fit in the conversation, and you all know how it feels.

It feels absolutely horrible. Like you don’t belong. Like the world has timed this moment where everybody else is busy moving around you and you are left alone just to torture you.

It is the worst feeling to be ignored.

But you musn’t think less of yourself. You must not say, “I am not worthy of their attention, so I am not worthy of anything.” You must not think you are less of a person because everybody else is too busy to notice you.

I know how it can be. Sometimes it feels like you are alone in the fight against the world. But–and this is the important part–I feel the need to stress that you are not unimportant.

You are so very, very precious.

You are something the world has never seen before.

I know this sounds oddly poetic, but hear me out.

You are someone. You are human. And there are seven billion other humans, but none of them are you.

You are important.

I say this because too many people feel they are pushed to the side. That they aren’t noticed, or they aren’t good enough. But I give you my word that not everyone means to push you, that your absence would be noticed. You are better than good enough.

I feel lonely more often than I should. I’ll be frank and say it hurts. Sometimes I feel like crying at night.

But I get through it. You can get through it. You are strong. You have a purpose, and maybe you just don’t need everyone who happens to forget you are there.

The people you do need don’t mean it. They’ll be there for you even if they happen to be distracted for a while. And for those who don’t really care, there is only one thing you should say: goodbye.

I know this is dramatic but it’s necessary. I know and Muffin and Kermit know how it is to feel like this. I think I speak for them too when I write this.

Basically, don’t give up because you feel alone or ignored. There is always someone who loves and cares for you.

Phew. That was long. Thanks for reading. I mean it all with all of my heart! See you guys next Tuesday!

5 Things to Say to Homophobic Jerks


Hey guys and gals, it’s Cece.

Yesterday was just about the WORST day and I didn’t get a chance to post, 😒 but I’m not going to go into that. I thought I would make a fun post to cheer myself up!

I have recently heard a bunch of people use gay in place of stupid, and randomly throw out the word faggot. It bothers me, but I can’t fix the world, sooooo….

I made a list of comebacks to say when people say homophobic things to you.

without further ado, I present:

5 Things to Say to Homophobic Jerks

1. If they don’t know you are gay, give them a raised eyebrow and ask if they are talking about you.

2. Them: “Isn’t that book we’re reading in English so gay?”
You: “Oh my gosh really? I’m so happy the book had the confidence to come out. With all the homophobia these days it’s pretty difficult.”
You: “Well books are inanimate objects without genitalia or consciousness and are therefore incapable of being any sexual orientation.”

3. If you hear someone say faggot, inform them that a faggot was a bundle of sticks used to burn people.

4. Them: “No homo though.”
You: “Well actually we are all HOMOsapiens so.”
Them: “It’s Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve.”
You: “It’s HOMOsapien not HETEROsapien.”

5. Them: “Well how do you KNOW you are gay/bi/etc.?”
You: “Well how do you know you’re straight?”

So, that’s it. I promise next week I’ll post on time! 😚

Treat yourself


Muffin here if you’re ever sad just put on some happy music and throw a one person dance party, make some tea or hot cocoa, light some fancy smanshy smelling candles, or just chill and watch/read something funny and go outside. Remember all the good times and how people out there love and cherish your presence. 🙂