I have decided that within the “closet” there are several little closets. Each with its own secret that not all identify with but many dwell within. There is a closet for those who identify as studs, those who dawn lipstick, those of us who were trapped and now want to be reborn in the proper flesh, those who teeter both sides of the rope, and many that fall into a spectrum that is as colorful as the rainbow that symbolizes us.
It seems that for many of us once we open the door of the first closet, usually the acceptance of our sexual preference, we then find ourselves trapped within another. The crazy part is that often time these closets are created by those who claim to welcome us with open arms…go figure.
I won’t pretend to have all of the answers; I think I have said that before. But I hope to at least be able to offer you some type of solace as you venture out of the door.