Four Fabulous Years

It's amazing how fast the time can go when you're having a good time. This month marks not only my birthday, but also the day I let the closet door fly open. Birth and rebirth so to speak. My only regret is that I didn't mark the exact date when I admitted to myself that I was a flaming 'mo. While driving in the snow today, I pondered what story I'd recall for my fourth anniversary. I had quite a few to choose from, but I picked the first time I ever told someone I cared about my dirty, wonderful secret identity.

( And the rest of the story... cut for the uninterested )