…which is all well and good, but it still rankles just a bit.
I can usually make it through days ending in ‘y’ without having to come out to somebody, but it definitely happens more than once a year. As a cis white man with no behaviors that scream ‘gay!’ to the uninitiated, I’m not as likely to experience anti-LGBT prejudice as most community members, but I do have to tell people I’m gay an awful lot.
I’m not saying that this is an actual burden, relatively speaking. But I’m definitely not alone in being a little annoyed by the official annual reminder that it’s not my world, I just live in it. It can be so stressful that, when I was in college, the observance was delayed by two weeks, so that people could get settled into the semester before having to deal with it.
National Coming Out Day began in 1988, on the premise that visibility is good, which is true. Many did not know that they knew an LGBT person. This is the case for fewer people nowadays, but still too many. So, in the spirit of the holiday, I will get the ball rolling: Hi! I’m a gay man! (More of a Kinsey five, but who’s counting.)
(h/t Sister Golden Bear, who reminded me to write something!)
In other gay news, bonus Elizabeth Warren below the fold.
.@ewarren responding to the idea that marriage is between one man and one woman:
“Well I’m gonna assume it’s a guy who said that. And I’m gonna say then just marry one woman… assuming you can find one.”
The crowd is beside itself. ??? pic.twitter.com/IBaIm8Pp88
— Brian Tyler Cohen (@briantylercohen) October 11, 2019
Slay, queen, etc., in the parlance of our times.