Well, I have one foot out the closet, one foot in, I guess.
Since I don't get to see my friends in real life anymore, I'd been open about my orientation over the Internet to them (and everyone else) for a long time, and I would always just elude my mother's questions about my sexuality, so for years I was not lesbian, nor straight, nor asexual, but "wink wink nod nod". So, when I actually told my mom, it just sort of slipped out. She was driving me home from class, and I was all fired about gay rights and whatnot and was ranting on and on about it, when she suddenly pulled a fast one and asked me if I'd figured out what I was yet. She tends to do that. The conversation went like such:
"Have you figured out what you are yet?"
*Grunts* "Bisexual."
*Claps hands to mouth; mother loses control of steering wheel but regains hold.*
"Oh, okay then."
"Yeah."
Awkward, yes? However, I still say that I'm partway in the closet because I've never mentioned it to my dad. I think he'd be okay about it, but sometimes I'm unsure of what his beliefs really are. And, well, I'm starting to doubt more and more whether I'm that bisexual at all, hence, my confession wasn't entirely accurate.