I never remember as a child being told because I was female I *HAD* to fall inlove with a man or *HAD* to act a certain way. However, they always told me to just be myself, no matter what anyone says or thinks. Be myself, they'll always accept me. This was meant for everything.
I grew up, not understanding or really knowing sexual attraction or love, but I knew I'd find men, women, even men in drag or androgenous women all attractive in the same manner, and never found it odd that I did.
As I got older, I told people I was straight, but always admitted, "My heart could fall for anyone, regardless." Meaning skin, gender, all that, made no difference to me.
I never knew what I was, word-wise.
I wasn't straight, I wasn't gay. And bisexuality was only men and women. What about transgenders, transexuals, cross-dressers, hermaphrodites... people who didn't FIT gender binaries? Even when I was very young these people never striked me as odd. Infact, I remember being annoyed at people older than me who found something weird with it. Afterall, my parents told me EVERYONE is different, lol.
Sometime, around high school, I ran across a word I remember learning about a few years prior "pansexual". I decided to look more into it. After reading about pansexuality I realized that it described EXACTLY how I felt. I was so excited. It's weird. Why would you want a label, right? But it was like I was finally discovering who I am and that I wasn't alone. Others felt the same way.
That's also when I came across pansgender/genderqueer. It's harder to explain to people, how you don't SEE yourself as a gender. I KNOW I'm female, but... in my mind I'm genderless. Neither male nor female.
I tell people it's like being Ziggy Stardust. XD
As for coming out, when I first learned these words my friends were first to know. My friends are every sexuality and religion... They don't care. They never judge. My mother... I never felt reason to tell her. Her and my father told me from day one they'd always love me, there's stuff written all over my room proclaiming my sexuality... Take one step in and you know, haha.
My dad's dead, and as for the rest of my family? I don't really give a crap if they ever know or how they feel. I love them, I just don't care what their opinions of me are, and I feel no reason to tell them anything about me. :D
THAT'S MY STORY! XD