so I was asked tonight how out of the closet I was by someone on Formspring tonight. I am so far out of the closet that I don’t have enough bread crumbs left to leave a trail back. I am at a point in my life that I just don’t care who knows and who doesn’t. Being gay is a part of my life, not the only part of my life. Being an uncle, having a love of underwear, enjoying music and theatre – those are all just parts of my life – and like gay, none of them represent all of me, they are all the parts of me that make me whole.
The closet represents a time in my life when I was afraid of the future, afraid of myself, afraid of what it would mean if I were gay. Life is what I live now, with the knowledge and my head held high.
here’s the blue metal 2xist no show briefs I’ve had on all day today…so comfortable…