Coming out is, in many ways, about truth. It's about stripping back the layers of defence and obfuscation that people invariably tend to put up about themselves, and saying "this is me; this is how I am; take it or leave it as you will". Personally speaking, I try to live my life that way. I don't always succeed, but I try. I am, by nature, I think, an open and honest sort of person.
However, I'm also not the kind of girl who likes to shout about things from the rooftops. I only tend to talk about things when I feel they're relevant to the conversation at hand, which leads to me keeping quiet about things, not because I'm trying to hide them, but just because they never come up. It's interesting, though, I think: where's the boundary between not talking about something and Not Talking about something? Obviously, there's always going to be an element of both involved. While I'll only talk about things that seem germane or interesting, I suspect I'm much more likely to try to find an excuse to mention things that I'm proud of than things that could be potentially awkward.
With this in mind, I'm going to do two things. Firstly, I'm going to give a list of random facts about myself. These are all things that are true, and all things that I have mentioned to either no or very few people. They are my secrets that aren't actually secret, as it were.
The first girl I ever asked out, I asked with the cringeworthy phrase "Will you go out with me?" I recently started playing World of Warcraft. My kinks are many and varied, including, but not limited to, bondage and wet and messy. I occasionally contemplate joining the Green Party. I think Ewoks are awesome. I lust after Number Six from Battlestar Galactica in a big way. I watch at least some of Score most Saturdays. I like the taste of raw cabbage. One reason I don't hang around the transgender community much is that they can make me feel inadequate. I have been known to make and eat horseradish sandwiches. I have hairy nipples, which I epilate.
And so on and so forth. There must be many, many more things that I could say, but the longer I went on, the greater the likelihood that nobody would care about what I had to say. This is precisely the point. Where is the boundary between things that we could conceivably "come out" about and stuff that is so trivial and irrelevant that nobody gives a damn?
This is where the second part of this entry comes in. I'm going to resurrect the age-old "ask me anything" meme. What better way to ensure that what you're saying is of interest to someone than to give answers to things someone has expressed curiosity about? So go ahead:
Ask me anything
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In the spirit of openness and honesty, I will answer all questions, and will do so publicly (providing that they don't, for instance, require violating someone else's trust).
And as a final thought before I sign off, I'd like to ask for you all to tell me something about yourself. It doesn't have to be a deep dark secret or anything, just something that you don't often mention.