As the title may suggest, I've just finished reading "Keeping You a Secret." I checked it out from the schoo library earlier and read it all through rehearsal. The author described my fear so perfectly that 1/2 the book might just as well have been me.
I'm going to come out. No BS this time. I'm going to go one person at a time, and one day maybe I'll find there's no one left.
I''m starting on Thursday with my scene partner, Hunter. He's gay, loves theatre & we have a lot in common. I don't know him that well, but I feel like that's a good thing. Like coming out to an aquaintance will make it easier to come out to my friends somehow. Plus, I know he'll be OK with it. That helps a lot.
So I'm coming out. I'm coming out. Weird how if you say it enough it sounds like it's actually possible.