its supposed to feel moving seeing people have such emotional coming out moments on queer tv shows and such. In my reality, its just an uncomfortable and painful bandaid that I loathe to even look at let alone try to peel it off. No, more like a mosquito bite that you're obligated to pay attention to. And each time you think it's over and you've come out, you gotta do it again in some other way. Endless mosquito bites. I felt nothing but disdain/ambivalence for the people I struggled to come out to.