Is it October 11 already? Time flies when you’re locked in a plague bunker.
Last year I wrote about my mixed feelings on this day of observance. Visibility can be a burden; most of us just want to live our lives. At the same time, lack of visibility is a big driver of the forces that seek to prevent us from living our lives, and reminding everybody I’m gay once a year isn’t really that annoying. So it is with only minor grumpiness that I wish you an acceptable Coming Out Day–may we some day not need it any more.
I’m gay, and so is my husband.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled lazy afternoon.