Today, October 11, is National Coming Out Day:
National Coming Out Day is an internationally observed civil awareness day for coming out and discussion about gay, lesbian, bisexual, asexual and transgender (LGBT) issues.
Being “out” means a lot of things depending on who you’re talking with. As people get to know me, most figure out that I’m gay. It’s not something I typically hide. But being gay is just one piece of the puzzle that makes up me. If people won’t accept me as a person for the example I live by, then why bother adding anything else they obviously won’t be able to deal with? I sometimes think people are so busy looking at the puzzle pieces they don’t see the whole picture.
Besides being gay: my earlobes are unattached, I’m predominantly right-handed, and my second toe is longer than my big toe. All these traits though are what make me… me.
Living life could be so much easier on this planet if we really followed one simple truth: treat others as you would want to be treated.
Joe at Joe.My.God. asked some questions on his blog that I would like to answer here. I guess I turned them into a “National Coming Out Day Meme”.
Who was the very first person you came out to?
Oddly enough, I would say myself. At least in my way of thinking. Before I could even come out to anyone else, I had to come out to myself. All those years of denying who I really was to satisfy those around me: my family, my “friends”, my religion. When I accepted the truth about all those thoughts and feelings that I inherently knew to not be wrong, that was the moment I came out to myself.
How’d they handle the news?
All the years of confusion caused by the brainwashing of religion. Years of denial of who I really was. The moment I realized all of their “truths” were lies, I wept.
What about your parents?
They didn’t take it well. They went all “Bible” on me. And still do to this day.
And since they say coming out is a never-ending process, who was the most recent person you came out to?
One of my tattoo clients. We were talking while I was tattooing him. He used the word “faggot” in a derogatory manner (not that I think there’s a way to use it in not such a manner). I told him a “faggot” was permanently marking his body. Which eventually led to a good discussion of the use of such words and the harm they cause. I think he realized the error of his ways. I think.
How about you? If you’re gay, how has your “out” experience been? If you’re not, have you had a friend come out to you? How was that experience for you, and for your friend?
Until next time...