Wow! Reading all of your posts just reminds me how lucky I was coming out: I was already so much an outcast - even within my own family - that it was just another reason people would think me a freak.
Other than just that - other people - I do not remember having ever felt one way or another about being gay; it has always just been part of me, like having brown eyes.
In the 8th grade, I became very devout - Catholic - and the Church was the center of my life. My home parish was either very tolerant, or very polite, 'cause when I started tentatively coming out at age 15, I really didn't encounter much overt prejudice. Some people quietly withdrew from my life, but that was about it.
I think that in making this decision, there are always a couple of people whose acceptance is key: with me it was my older sister. Once I told her, and she accepted the truth with love and understanding (she may be a bigger fag than I am), I started coming out with a vengance! I was looking for people to run screaming, or at least cast me out, and tell me never to darken their door again! Did I mention that I am a bit of a drama queen?
Now, since coming out has sometimes been a completely different story: even in Los Angeles, as an out gay man you run into "a whole lot of ugly from a never ending parade of stupid".*
For me, the quote at the bottom of my post contains some of the truest words ever spoken: it is better to be honest with others and yourself, and deal with those consequences, than to live a lie. Even if someone "loves" and "accepts" you for that lie, it is still a lie.
*Thank you for letting me run on,,,and kudos to whomever get's the quote!