( Written last March 19, 2007 from my original Friendster blog )
I’ve been asked quite a few times how I came out of the closet. I was like, what closet? Seriously, there’s no date, time, place or a special event. You see, I was very open about my sexual orientation since day one. Consider me one of the “obvious” type, the one with effeminate mannerisms; I was the “abnormal” among the so called “normal.” I can relate myself more to girls than with boys; from preference with toys, books, activities and even my opinions were different. However, I was not amused by women’s clothing; I was happy dressed like an ordinary guy. My demeanor was enough to showcase my “queerness,” there was no need to turn myself into a drag queen. It was my choice to dress like the rest.
There was also no need to explain myself to anyone, everybody close to me knew about it (even non relatives); I guess I have some sign on my forehead that says “I’m queer.” My parents were also accepting of my preference, though I must admit that they were intolerant at first; but I understood and patiently waited for the day. When they would completely embraced my individuality.
You see, the key to “coming out” is plain honesty. It starts by being true to ourselves and then the people around us. From there, things will eventually reveal itself and we can then focus on the things that really matter.