Yesterday I had a surprise visit from a guy who was my best friend from middle school all the way through college. We were inseparable during those years. I will never forget the day I finally told him I was gay. We were in college and living together, and I wasn’t sure how he’d react. We had never talked about homosexuality. But when I told him he sort of reacted as if I’d said I was a vegetarian; it didn’t change a thing between us.
Before yesterday I had not seen my friend in over eight years, even though we only live about a five-hour drive from each other, and we both agreed that we need to see each other more often. Hopefully we will.
Have a look at the poster I’ve put up here this morning. I think it’s utterly amazing, and I have a hunch that Corey found acceptance form pretty much everyone at his school. You see, the hardest part about coming out is doing it, not what comes afterward. Once you come out, life gets so much easier because you can be yourself, and you quickly learn who your real friends are. Those who reject you were never your friends in the first place.
During my lifetime I have met many gay men who’ve lived their entire lives in the closet. They never came out to family and friends, and they lived alone for fear someone might suspect they were gay. I think that’s incredibly sad.
When I came out I was twenty-one years old. The year was 1972, when the gay liberation movement was in its infancy and, like Armistead Maupin, my only regret is that I didn’t do it sooner. I never dated boys during college, and I can only imagine how much better my life would have been if I had.
Well, you can’t change the past, you can only learn from it, and share what you’ve learned with others.
If you are in the closet, don’t stay there. It’s unhealthy, and you’re wasting time and energy on something you shouldn’t. No matter what your age, it’s not too late to change your world and find the love you’ve always wanted.
Have a nice Saturday, everyone.