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Eight Years from the Closet
Jan. 17th, 2011 07:04 amI've been thinking about what to put on here for my eighth anniversary from the closet. Normally I post some event from the past, but nothing specific has come to mind this year and I think that, in itself, is post-worthy.
No, I haven't lost my mind. Well, okay, that's subjective to some.
When I came out of the closet eight years ago this month, it was quite a personal event. Now I'm guessing I'm starting to mellow out a little bit on the idea of being out. Before it was something like a secret I was revealing to the world, allowing a little bit more of myself to be known to friends and family. It was exciting.
The road has been a good one, mostly full of acceptance with only an occasional disappointment. Am I out to everyone? No. Do I care if others find out? Not really.
Last night I drew this cartoon to describe a happy mood, a kilted cheerleader. Imagine an entire squad of them. If there were such squads, I'd watch sports happily.
No, I haven't lost my mind. Well, okay, that's subjective to some. When I came out of the closet eight years ago this month, it was quite a personal event. Now I'm guessing I'm starting to mellow out a little bit on the idea of being out. Before it was something like a secret I was revealing to the world, allowing a little bit more of myself to be known to friends and family. It was exciting.
The road has been a good one, mostly full of acceptance with only an occasional disappointment. Am I out to everyone? No. Do I care if others find out? Not really.
Last night I drew this cartoon to describe a happy mood, a kilted cheerleader. Imagine an entire squad of them. If there were such squads, I'd watch sports happily.
