There are reasons to resist pressure to “come out” and some tragic consequences as this post will tell
So today is National Coming Out Day. As I mentioned briefly in my first entry, I did not choose to come out, either as queer or polyamorous. Seven years ago today, I was outed by someone else in an anonymous letter (though I know who sent it), and my parents came bursting through my door with that letter in hand, ready to use whatever tactics were in reach to coerce me out of my existing relationships. I was disowned, my partners were threatened and blackmailed, my family found their addresses and their families’ addresses to use as a bargaining chip, and I wound up involving the police just to try to ensure a modicum of safety for myself and the people I loved.
That morning sent my life down the kafkaesque spiral that has become the subject of this blog. So I would like to take a moment today to express my…
View original post 575 more words