Coming out is a process. It's a general growth that we drift toward as versus a well-defined goal marker usually. Or at least it was for me.
- I came out in Kindergarten when I wrapped duct tape around my wrists and spun around in circles in the front yard doing my best Linda Carter impression and wearing nothing but Wonderwoman underoos I'd stolen from the neighbor girl's clothesline.
- I came out in first grade when I played with the girls instead of the boys and gave my best friend, Julie, plastic jewelry for Christmas but insisted on wearing it too.
- I came out in second grade when the teacher tried to teach me how to "walk right" instead of "bouncy like a girl."
- I came out in third grade when I refused to be in the class production of Swiss Family Robinson because I couldn't play the mother.
- I came out in fourth grade when I played "You show me yours and I'll show you mine" with the neighbor boy and liked what I saw.
- I came out in fifth grade when I realized that men and women had sex not just to make a baby, but because they enjoyed it.
- I came out in sixth grade when I got the crap beat out of me by four jocks.
- I came out in seventh grade when I wouldn't shower with the boys after gym class.
- I came out in eighth grade when I let a neighbor girl give me a handjob but freaked out after I came for the first time and thought she'd given me penis cancer.
- I came out in ninth grade when I stayed friends with the girls and didn't start wanting to date them.
- I came out in tenth grade when I started having sex with other teenage boys.
- I came out my junior year when mom caught me in bed with my "best friend" and threw me out of her house and I became homeless for the first time.
- I came out my senior year of high school when I dyed my hair blond, started wearing activist t-shirts and did my senior thesis on gay rights.
- I came out in college when I went to Houston to protest the Republican National Convention's AIDS-phobia and homophobia.
- And I come out today each time someone asks me what I do for a living and I say, "I run one of the largest LGBTQ blogs in the nation."
What about you? Do you still find yourself coming out regularly? What was your process?