I’ve been out for 10 years and life is great
Today marks π day, 2012. Yay. It’s also the tenth anniversary of when I came out of The Closet. Without question, life has become significantly better since then.
At the time I was in high school, was ashamed of who I was and had very few friends. As a result of coming out, my life improved drastically. I have plenty to say about coming out that you’ve probably heard before, but there are a few things that I’ve learned in a decade of being out that you may be unclear on that my personal experiences can inform.
- Most people don’t care about your gay thing. And the people that do care really have something else going on that you don’t want or need to deal with.
- If you’re smart, hard-working and nice, you will do just as well professionally, even if you’re totes a homo. I’m completely out at work and I don’t make a fuss about it. It’s just a part of my life. I got a new job in July of last year and I have already been given a raise and a promotion. I also don’t shove my orientation under the rug when I go to work - if someone asks about my weekend and I went on a romantic Napa getaway with my boyfriend, I’ll tell them so. Now, do you have that report I asked you for? Kthx.
- There are other gay men/women who aren’t just the frilly Ru-Paul-rainbow-fireworks-parade-banana-hammock gay stereotypes - which is great for me because I’m a total nerd and like playing indie RPGs, talking about software and talking like Zeratul when making dinner (YOU HAVE NOT ENOUGH PARSNIPS!!). Along those lines…
- Living in San Francisco is awesome. Almost self-explanatory, but let me be clear: I’ve always been jealous of straight people, because 80% of the girls you see around you are theoretically viable, for gays in remote places, that number is closer to 5%. At least in San Francisco, I can go to any function - a party, yoga class, a concert - and have very little to no fear of chatting someone up. And on the nerdy front, everyone and their mom works for an internet startup.
So yeah. Happy π day. A celebration of an irrational number that something something something life! :D