Almost every LGBTQ or GSM person is in the closet at one point or another, and this is a collection of all the associated crap, from the depressing to the hilarious.
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Black text on a rainbow background: Number 546, completely freezing up when someone calls you out on changing your relationship status to “in a relationship”

Black text on a rainbow background: Number 546, completely freezing up when someone calls you out on changing your relationship status to “in a relationship”

White text on a rainbow background: Number 545, finding out a few of your friends are incredibly homophobic AFTER you come out to them

White text on a rainbow background: Number 545, finding out a few of your friends are incredibly homophobic AFTER you come out to them

White text on a rainbow background: Number 542, having to nod and agree when your mom is on a homophobic rant

White text on a rainbow background: Number 542, having to nod and agree when your mom is on a homophobic rant

White text on a rainbow background: Number 540, not being able to share your opinion on same sex marriage in case your parents find out

White text on a rainbow background: Number 540, not being able to share your opinion on same sex marriage in case your parents find out

White text on a rainbow background: Number 539, having a bag packed in case your parents find out and kick you out

White text on a rainbow background: Number 539, having a bag packed in case your parents find out and kick you out

Black text on a rainbow background: Number 537, being unable to come out because you’re afraid of being hurt by people who aren’t GSM and you’re afraid of being rejected by people who are

Black text on a rainbow background: Number 537, being unable to come out because you’re afraid of being hurt by people who aren’t GSM and you’re afraid of being rejected by people who are

Black text on a rainbow background: Number 536, not knowing whether or not to come out as bi because everyone thinks your male/female attraction has to be equal

Black text on a rainbow background: Number 536, not knowing whether or not to come out as bi because everyone thinks your male/female attraction has to be equal

White text on a rainbow background: Number 535, having your family react in horror when you say you want to major in gender/sexuality studies

White text on a rainbow background: Number 535, having your family react in horror when you say you want to major in gender/sexuality studies

White text on a rainbow background: Number 534, worrying about never marrying or never finding the one

White text on a rainbow background: Number 534, worrying about never marrying or never finding the one

White text on a rainbow background: Number 533, having a crush on someone in your Catholic church

White text on a rainbow background: Number 533, having a crush on someone in your Catholic church

Black text on a rainbow background: Number 530, suddenly feeling nervous and almost paralyzed when people say “I have something important to ask you,” and reviewing everything you’ve said or done the last few times you’ve seen them

Black text on a rainbow background: Number 530, suddenly feeling nervous and almost paralyzed when people say “I have something important to ask you,” and reviewing everything you’ve said or done the last few times you’ve seen them

Black text on a rainbow background: Number 529, when one of the smartest people in your year at school thinks that GSM people can be “cured” with therapy

Black text on a rainbow background: Number 529, when one of the smartest people in your year at school thinks that GSM people can be “cured” with therapy

Black text on a rainbow background: Number 528, fearing that your teacher knows because you wrote a free topic paper on Willow Rosenberg and forgot to change the pronouns in a poem

Black text on a rainbow background: Number 528, fearing that your teacher knows because you wrote a free topic paper on Willow Rosenberg and forgot to change the pronouns in a poem