That Thing That I Forgot to Mention

I have a secret. If you have read any of the rest of this blog (or indeed looked at the colour scheme), you might think you’ve guessed it. You haven’t. My secret is not that I’m gay, but rather that I’m closeted.

But am I really closeted? Or is closet not more of a state of mind? I don’t think about my sexuality that much, because I’m out, at least to myself. When I feel most alone I brood on my closet state, but when I’m happy it doesn’t seem that bad. I am open to myself, which is more than many people are to themselves, or to me. I don’t suffer that much for neglecting to mention my sexuality to friends and family. I am restricted, but not that much.

I could be considered a ‘quiet gay’, as opposed to a closet case. I’m not really screaming from the rooftops (as much as I think I’d enjoy that), but last time I checked, the majority of gays are about as quiet as me. In fact, I reckon I’m all the louder for my closet ness.

Do I have to stand up and state my sexuality to my family, like some girl guide/cult swearing in ceremony?

“I promise to do my best, to love KD Lang, to serve the local Pride committee, and to uphold the lesbian law.”

Dib, Dib, Dib.