I have an awesome new job (or two, because I am never one to just do one thing at a time, apparently) — in an industry I never thought I would work in. Fact of the matter is, I am loving it far more than I thought I would, and took it because I needed a job, bad.
Now that I have been there for a week, I am obviously far more comfortable with my coworkers and managers, and long ago abandoned the notion that I would remain in the closet in any enviroment, much less work.
However, one of my closest friends, asked me if I came out at work. I have in the past I told her, and now, I don’t really see myself ever “coming out” now, pursue. That doesn’t mean I stay in the closet, because I don’t. I simply do not hide my sexuality. It’s a part of who I am, and I live openly.
She summed it up as this: “You don’t come out, but you live honestly.” And I think that’s the best way to describe it.
Too often do I know other homos who play the pronoun game, where they use the word “they” in lieu of him or her, when asked about their significant other. Too often do people keep silent, when a coworker, or even a friend, uses the term “that’s so gay,” or even the word “faggot.”
Too often do we hear these things that hurt and do not speak up. I cannot live my life that way. When something bothers me, it shows — when I am hurt, it shows. Usually written all over my face, but it’s also in my body language, speech, everything. For me, I have no other choice, I have to live openly. It’s part of who I am.
This is not to say that I am not scared of being fired for being gay. I am. It’s still legal in 28 states (last I checked) to fire a person simply for their sexual orientation and/or gender identity. Or even their perceived sexual orientation and/or gender identity. The Employment Non-Discrimination Act has not been signed into law, despite the many attempts by various Representatives for the past thirty-plus years.
That also isn’t to say I am excited about my co-workers reading my blog, as it has a great deal of personal information about me on it, but I know I am a hard worker, and catch on to things quick. I figure out how to do the job, and do it well. That too, is part of who I am.
I just read this article titled “So Wasted Last Night: On Facebook and Professionalism” — and it reminds me of the post I wrote titled “Facebook is Busting My Balls (But I Like It)” — both speak about the mixing of worlds, where we — and by we, I mean my generation — is far more open, and far more likely to express themselves in and out of the workplace; and we, as young professionals do not keep our work and private lives separate. That’s a fact. And one, I am proud of, honestly, because, when you spend so much time with a group of people, as you do in work, you should be able to be yourself, with all of your quirks, positives, and negatives. You should be able to be a human, who does a job.
That’s my entire approach to life, I think. I have been through hell and back, from brokenhearted, to beaten, to addicted, to near death, to literally dying, and can’t say that I have the hang of life completely down, but I made a promise to myself to always let my true colors shine through.
(This is an awesome public service announcement, put together by GLSEN a few years ago, and I really liked it, despite it not getting much attention.)