For the last day or two, I've been fascinated about being in the closet. After adding Secret Simon and reading So This' latest post, I wonder if I could do it.
So This, whose name is Tony, is moving to Arizona, and once he moves in, he's vowing to be "a Christian first, and a Gay second." While that statement doesn't sit well with me for a number of reasons, it at least got me thinking about what it would be like to go back in the closet. I don't think I could do it.
I started coming out to friends in seventh grade. It was never anything overt, and since I didn't actually date a boy until after high school, it was never that big of a deal. Growing up doing musical theatre meant that none of my friends gave a shit. It was never that big of a deal. Even my parents didn't care too much, after the original shock wore off.
And don't get me wrong: I'm not some big whiny queen who makes Carson Kressley look like a professional footballer or something. It's just that there are so many little things that I say and do throughout the day that make it apparent to others that I'm a cocksucking faggot (well, at least in theory). I have a potty mouth, which probably gives it away.
I'm sort of tempted to pick a day and see if I can do it. Keep from ogling inappropriately at the pretty boy in my creative writing class (I could jump rope with his eyelashes!), not watch Topsy Turvy during lunch, hide my Ab Fab DVDs, stop wearing nice underwear, refrain from theatening to molest my roommate, drink cheap beer and find lesbians attractive.
Well, I don't know about that last part. But I can give it the old college try.
I don't know how it's going to work out for Tony, but I'm interested in how it all turns out.
