It is almost 2014…
Sometime around two A.M. on the morning of December 31 1968 I came out to some of the best friends I ever had. I didn’t exactly articulate every thing that rather hysterical night, but I set foot on the path that lead to my coming out and starting the process of changing sex. The actual coming out as transsexual took a couple of months, initially everyone assumed I was coming out a gay.
That was a long time ago.
That was before Stonewall.
At that point coming out meant something.
It was daring. We didn’t have same sex marriage in over a third of the states. We didn’t have all these corporations with non-discrimination policies.
Now we have a national coming out day, which is something meaningful to newbies… I guess but pretty damn ho-hum to me.
Coming out is meaningful to the person doing it, a statement of self.
But for most of us, the folks who made coming out a common thing…
It has been a long time since coming out was something courageous or daring. After all being LGBT isn’t strange or alien, it’s just something some people are.