shelby_danvers | ...yay?

I did it. I actually came out to someone who had not previously known that I was gay.

The thing is, I keep imagining "coming out" as this serious, over-dramatic process. I sit the person down, explain that I have something really important to tell them, etc. And that gets me all worked up and nervous and blah, blah, blah.

I was having a drink with a friend I sometimes hang out with, plus one of his friends. I was telling a story about some stupid guys who had come in and tried to hit on me at work. We were all having a good laugh about it. Then Tim (the friend) asks me: "so, what are you going to say to the next guy who does that?"

I shrugged and replied, "I'm gonna tell him I'm a lesbian." We all had a good laugh.

Later on, I was explaining why I couldn't meet them today. There was a Kemetic Orthodox Naming ceremony tonight that I wanted to attend. Of course, this brings about the whole religion discussion, because Tim is the sort who believes there are only two ways to go - Christian or atheist.

I'm not exactly sure how we started talking about LGBT stuff. I think I might have mentioned the Facebook anti-homophobia thing, and that one of the hardest forms of it to battle was religion-based homophobia. Tim commented that he thought I was against homosexuality completely. Well, that's the sort of misconception that needs to be nipped in the bud.

"I'm a lesbian," I blurted out. "How could I be against homosexuality?"

Cue the blank what-did-she-just-say look. "Oh," Tim says. "Okay...well, I won't hold it against ya."

Time will tell, I suppose. But it's one small step towards reclaiming my identity. One small step out of that damn closet.