Opening the Closet Door

My name is not important. My face is not important. All that matters is that I am human. I’m not a dog. I’m not a cat. I’m a human. I’m not Black. I’m not white. I’m not Hispanic, indian, or Asian. I. Am. Human. However. I’m not straight.

I- I’m gay.

On a more technical note, I’m a 5. The kinsey scale ratings.

Predominantly homosexual, only incidentally heterosexual. I guess anything from 1 to 5 is considered Bi. So maybe I’m Bi… This is the problem with sexuality. It’s so damn confusing and fluid, I’m in that spot where I’m not sure whether to say Bi or Gay.

So anyway, onto this blog. Today is August 6, 2016. Every post from here on out will be a story from my coming out experience. I will date each one as some go back before I made this blog, but I won’t publish them out of order. I will do my best to document every experience, from my first inclination that I might be Gay/Bi, to today. I hope you enjoy this little look into my closet, my messy, messy closet. Most of all, someway, somehow, I hope this helps someone else, become a little less frightened in their own experience, because there are people out there in the same boat as you. Trust me. You are NOT alone, something I learned yesterday, but we will get to that.