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Just told the fragmented, twenty-minute version of my coming out story to my co-workers today as part of a "life map" exercise in a a diversity staff meeting. I haven't told my story as an over-arching narrative in ages, and I hadn't really even thought about it until a few weeks ago. It was kind of crazy. I shared more personal stuff than I would've expected and realized I'm not a very good oral storyteller. I went on longer than the two people before me, and then I didn't leave enough room for anybody else to go after me. And I indirectly made somebody cry.

It felt good. Not the crying, but the sharing. I guess maybe I'm not so "post" gay / "post" coming out stories as I thought...

One of the straight white guys in the office told me I should write a book.