I told my "semi-"religious, catholic mom on a parking lot infront of a supermarked when I was 17 (I actually wanted to wait till I was 18, but I just felt ready to tell her at that time)... She just looked at me, completely shocked, then just started driving out of the parking lot without saying a word, she then proceeded to park the car in an alley, the just started crying, which made me start "semi-"crying as well, and she just started asking me all these rediculous questions, like if i had been raped o abused when I was a kid and cliches like that, after answering her questions she just stopped crying and said "ok, it doesn't matter, u are my son and I love you no matte what"... we then agreed not to tell my dad... the next week got really awkward with my mom, it was obvious she was doing some serious research about homosexuality, she asked me to read something about this doctor who wrote something about homosexuality being "curable", which i then told he that was just bull... she then just said ok.... the two days late she told me had chatted with a gay dude on the internet, and that a psychologist had recomended her to watch "beautiful thing" and "prayers for bobby", which she wanted to watch with me... I had already watched "beautiful thing", and there was no way I was going to watch that with her... So we watched "prayers for bobby"... at the end of the movie she was literally sobbing and hugging me... after that moment everything went back to normal, except from the fact that she now fiercely contradicts and argues with anyone who would say anything negative about gay people, and gay slurs became strictly prohibited at home :p
Two or three years later we were on vacation in Spain. Me and my (muslim) dad were alone in a bar drinking (ok, he is "loosely/seletive" muslim >_> ), and he was already a bit tipsy... after a conversation about my future and where I was going to college, he just said (out of the blue) " I know we haven't gotten along so well, but I just want you to know that I love u and ur brothers more than anything in the world, and I just want you to be happy, I dont care where, or with who... as long as that person is good to you, that's all I care about"... I then asked if mom had "told him", he said yes, and that was the end of that conversation... one month later my parent got divorced and my dad moved to another country, havent seen him in 4 years :p
Mom: good: she changed her entire world view for me, and that is something I'll always appreciate, I know she'll have my back no matter what. bad: the questions and the crying was a bit of an overreaction, and it wasn't as if she was the one being affected (the most) by me being gay... but I still get why she felt that way, she was taught that being gay was wrong.
dad: Basically eveything was good, which kind of annoyed the crap of me, since I've always been scared of him finding out (he is known to have been an active "gay slur" user, we've neve really had a good relationship, and he IS a believing muslim, even though he doesn't follow the qur'an in it's litteral form)... but I'm guessing this is mostly thanx to my mom, who must have talked him "down" somehow :p