The Closet Sucks!
I just want to scream every time I hear about how someone doesn’t care what I do, as long as I don’t “rub it in their face.”
So what exactly is rubbing it in your face? Mentioning my girlfriend? Commenting that I went to a lesbian club last night? Unless you’re reading my blog, I’m not going to regale you with intimate details of my love life!
When you’re in the closet, everything that you say about yourself becomes a lie, or at best a heavily-edited version of the truth.
Casual conversations become mine-fields of potential outing. Unless you flat out lie, simple questions must be met with a delicate dance of truth evasion.
In an effort to not make straights “feel uncomfortable,” when you are living in the closet you are always off-balance.
Living a lie.
That’s why I came out. I figure you can get over your momentary discomfort at my truth easier than I can get over a life of constant evasions.
But I also know that coming out is not without a price. Your discomfort at my casual reference to my girlfriend can lead me to the greater discomforts of social ostracization, violent hate crime and loss of income and the ability to provide for my family.
Fear of all these things is what keeps so many of us in the closet.
Why should your comfort come at the cost of my terror?
Why should I hide, hate myself, and try to change, just because you don’t understand and are afraid of my attractions?
I won’t. No longer. I am out! We are out!
That’s why coming out is brave. That’s why we’re out and proud!
That’s why we March!