Being openly gay... or not
I've been wondering lately if I am really ready to live openly as a gay man. Or rather, to what degree...
As a matter of principle, I refuse to hide. I never needed to while I was in a straight relationship, and I shouldn't have to now....
Well, principles and reality sometimes conflict.
I am generally discrete and usually go unnoticed in the street. The guy I dated in September/October (whom I mentioned in my last post) was very discrete. When we were together in public you could not have guessed that we were a couple. The situation is quite different with the guy I'm currently dating. He's more confident about who he is. He's also more obviously gay, even to someone with no gaydar at all. The other day, we had lunch together not far from where I work and some of my colleagues walked in the restaurant. I stressed for a few seconds and then thought "What the hell! If I'm outed this way then so be it." But they didn't see us. However, later on, I didn't let him kiss me in the street.
On my way back from the UK meet, which was a really nice experience by the way, one that I'm willing to repeat this August, I found myself in a situation I had never experienced before. I was in a stop area on an English motorway and I decided to grab a coffee and use the free wifi to check up my messages. I ended up checking GA as well, of course. I wasn't particulary cautious about surfing in a public place, since no one knew me there, and there were only a couple of older ladies around. Suddenly a group of young men in sportswear came in. Most of them passed in front of me, but one came from behind me and glanced at my computer. And obviously he saw the "GA Gay Authors - Quality gay fiction" at the top of my screen, and quickly proceeded to tell his friends. I didn't realise immediately because I was engrossed in my reading of Nephy's account of our meet. But then I realised that they were all looking at me from time to time, some barely glancing at me, some eyeing me directly. I started blushing furiously and had to calm myself down. Then the next time I looked up at the group, I held the gaze of those who were looking at me and smiled. I continued surfing until it was time for me to go.
As I left to return to my car, I made sure to ignore them. But when I reached it, I saw that they were all looking at me through the window. I resisted the urge to wave at them, but I smiled more broadly and shook my head in disbelief.
I was lucky in a way; they were young, probably 20-22 yo, and not threatening. I could have been much worse off if that group had been drunken football fans on their way back from a match. That made me realise that while I've never felt unsafe before, this might all change in the new life I'm heading for.
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