Nothin’ But Clothes in My Closet

I had to come out to someone at work a couple of days ago. It’s something I haven’t really had to do for a long time. I just live my life normally and assume everyone around me knows that I’m married to a woman and our son has two moms. I rarely think of myself and my family as being anything other than normal, just like the rest of the people I work with.

So this new young woman, I’ll call her Mrs. X, and I had developed what seemed like a tentative friendship. She would come to me with various business related questions and we’d joke around a lot. Anyone who knows me even a little bit knows that I deal with most situations with a lot of humor; dry, sarcastic humor, but humor none the less. My new friend is a very touchy-feely type person, which, in general, makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I freely admit to having issues with being touched by people I’m not very close to, especially women. Most definitely straight, religious women who don’t know I’m gay.

I knew that I’d have to tell Mrs. X about myself and my family. It’s not like me to avoid topics revolving around home life and I’ll never lie to anyone about my family. I discussed my concerns and fears with my friend DJ. DJ is also a very religious woman and she had no issues with me after I told her. Well, none that I’ve ever been aware of anyway. She gave me encouragement and support when I told her about my need to “out” myself to Mrs. X.

Well, it’s been a two days now and I’ve not had a single visit from Mrs. X. She stopped at the first cubicle in my row this morning but didn’t come to say “good morning” like she normally would have. I’m still mildly hopeful that she’s just extremely busy and will come on by soon. DJ is hoping for the best as well, although her disappointment in Mrs. X’s response so far is obvious.

It’s not like Mrs. X and I were close friends or anything near it. What sucks is the rejection in general. I forget about being “different” 99% of the time, well maybe not that much but you know what I mean. The vast majority of my family and friends have shown me and my wife nothing but love and acceptance, regardless of their personal beliefs. To have someone snub me because of my confession is a bit disheartening.

Alrighty then, I just felt the need to vent a bit. Thanks for reading.

One thought on “Nothin’ But Clothes in My Closet

  • June 14, 2007 at 1:25 pm
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    YAY!! Mrs. X just left my cube after stopping by to smile and chat – and smack in the arm.

    I feel much better now.

    Thanks for reading anyway.

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