I'm an 80's child, born in Johannesburg, South Africa, but the heritage is not as simple as that.

My mother is French/spanish (born in Morocco) and my father is Portuguese/Dutch (born in Namibia). They met in South Africa, married, had my beautiful sibling, and 3 years later, this little Virgo came (with a fight), just to keep him company.

12 years later, my family and I moved to Sydney, Australia where I had the time of my life - i found freedom, made some wonderful friends, found myself and my sexuality.

My coming out story starts at the age of 12 when I am not comfrotable in my skin, but don't understand why. At 15 I came out to a handful of close friends as bisexual (but really, I know I am lesbian, but I feel that saying that I am bi is my safety net). Over the next 4 years, I deny my sexuality by dating a couple of boys and trying to be as femininly straight as possible (but still play football, basketball, cricket, rugby and look at naughty magazines for straight men....and dream of girls)

Eventually I meet a girl who I think is worth coming out for and do so to my soulmate; my brother. Not everything goes according to plan (not that i had one anyways) and my parents sense something is up with their little girl. At this point in time, they have left Australia and are living in Hanoi, Vietnam. I eventually I have a mini break down and tell mom "Im gay!"
She pauses and says: "I thought so...!"
"what do you mean?" I say.
"... well, you play football"
(all very literal, but football wasn't the give away, nor was the poster of Bridget Fonda on my wall with hot pants and her tongue out.. but moms just know, don't they!)

We agree not to tell my dad until she gets her head around it (bare in mind, my parents are awesome, down to earth liberal and open minded people...). A few days later, my dad calls me and askes me to confirm what my mom just told him. I can hear he is a little hurt and we do not talk about it.
For a long time.

However, dad turns out to be the most proactive parent of a gay child and starts sending me little web links to lesbian web communities etc.
(and emails a few naughty little jokes or pictures now and again...haha)
Every now and again he will inform me of legisliative changes for homosexuals in and around the world and once stood up at a dinner party with his mates and blurted out that his daughter is gay and he is proud. A very hollywood moment, but my dad is a man of very little words, and when he speaks, he means the world!