I’ve blogged before about the fear of coming out—both to a wife and to co-workers. The truth is, I never really “came out” in the traditional sense to either my wife or co-workers. My actions did that work for me. Those actions took the form of repeated Halloween costumes with a distinctly female theme.
After my wife saw me in a female costume three different times, she finally came right out and asked me if I was a crossdresser. I admitted that I was and life went on.
At work, my multiple “office girl” Halloween costumes led my co-workers to the same obvious conclusion. No one ever confronted me the way my wife did and for a long time I falsely assumed that no one had noticed or that no one had put the pieces together.
As I grew older and a bit wiser, I realized the more likely explanation: my co-workers did know, but they respected me and didn’t want to embarrass me by asking the C question. That suspicion was confirmed when I did come out to a few close colleagues. Surprise—they weren’t surprised at all.
So in the end, I never had to face the fear of coming out head-on to my wife and co-workers. My Halloween costumes quietly did the hard work for me.
(Actually, I did experience the fear of coming out once, but I will save that story for another day.)
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| Wearing Cynthia Rowley |
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| Shawn Pyfrom femulating on television’s Desperate Housewives. |
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