Admitting I was gay, or likely gay, or mostly gay…that was hard. For some I dropped the gay bomb in one swoop.
For others, I just let them find out naturally, on Facebook.
Or by introducing them to my “girlfriend”. That usually does it.
I see it register on their faces.
Did she say girlfriend?
Yes, she said girlfriend.
Then they process.
Then they realize.
Oh, shit. Ok.
I am fine with it. It’s been two years. I have adjusted to the realization on people’s faces.
But I started a new job and i am not sure how to come out again.
There is a part of me that doesn’t want to. The whole coming out…again.
I just don’t feel like doing it.
Not because I am embarrassed or uncomfortable with my sexuality.
I’m answering questions vaguely…
The person I am dating.
I’m dating someone who…
I am headed to Corpus this weekend. I am in a long distance relationship.
Vague, non gender identifying terms.
It’s annoying that I am doing this. I’m annoyed with myself that I am avoiding it.
It probably doesn’t help that there is clearly a gay couple in the office who are “roommates”, like it’s 1955 again. Those ladies aren’t roommates, everyone knows it, but it’s an old school culture.
I guess I could just toss it out there and let the knowledge spread around the office. It’s likely that will happen eventually.
I guess being gay is just that way. You just have to deal with that.
And deal with it again.
And again and again.
Just another thing that never occurred to me when I was wearing my “totally heterosexual mask”.
The first time I came out it was hard. To say the words.
OMG it was hard.
“I am gay.”
But sometimes, saying them again, to a new group…it feels intrusive and annoying.
Like, why does this have to be weird? Why can’t I just be gay without it becoming a thing?
Because it is. A thing. For other people. A source of gossip.
It will blow over.
My new co-workers will adjust to the news. The super conservative freaked out ones will struggle.
The ones who don’t give a shit will be my friends.
And it will be fine.
But I’m stalling.