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Sep 13, 2006 08:06

Someone I've known for going on four years finally came out of the closet, to me, yesterday. I appreciate the gravity of the act, that it can't be easy, that you've got to repeat this dance over and over again with the people you allow into that part of your life. That I don't really have to suffer this particular tense, falsely graceful social maneuvering, myself ("Someday, you should meet my friend John, he's a Catholic priest." or "You should meet my Lola sometime - she makes a great sinigang").

Actually, maybe that's not true. I think lots of us do this dance when revealing personal details that others could spinlock upon. Like you're a dirty liberal. Or conservative. Or that you go to Star Trek conventions. Or that you went to a particular high school or university. That you have, and use, a livejournal.

You can sort of see the thought balloon pop - "Oh. You're one of those people." Yes, I know it's not the same in degree (at all), just in kind.

Anyway, the point is that I already knew. I had sort of put together that this guy's regular tennis group was the local gay tennis group, a while ago. I'm always looking for new people to play with, and with all my moving, I've found that the local gay tennis groups are always the most organized, and consistently have the best internet presence in terms of events, scheduling. The demographics are usually younger and more athletic, too - as opposed to dodging heavy-handed setups from suburban moms unhappy with their adult daughters' dating choices.

In other words, I have gay tennis envy - and that's how I knew. And that's why I have to review my likely graceless nonchalantness, after the fact.

At least the tennis is good.
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