Didn't I do this already?
Someone once said that you're never completely out, neither do you ever finish coming out. I foolishly thought that I was about as out as I could possibly be - I know that I'm not out at work my temp jobs but I generally don't see the point as I'm only there for a few weeks and I can't be doing with having to do Trans 101 every time I move to a new place - but I realised the other day that this is complete bollocks. To put it mildly.
A few weeks ago, I found an old friend on Facebook. We were pretty good friends a few years ago but then he moved down to London to be a professional drama queen thespian and we lost touch. He seems to have done quite well for himself from what a quick Google of his name has shown me, but I would have added him anyway because of being such a good bloke. Of course, the last time he saw me, I had my hair different at the very least, so in order to add him, I would have to tell him who I am. Or was. And who I am now. So yes, that meant more coming out. I sent him a bit of a teasy message, hopefully enticing him into responding to satisfy his curiosity. Unfortunately I forgot that my picture on there is my 'hey look I have maroon Converse and a sonic screwdriver so I must be the Doctor in my mind' one and it's kind of hard to recognise me from that. I got a reply though so it did work. It sounded quite positive but it was quite hard to tell really. I've since replied and enlightened the poor bloke so I'm now doing the waiting game to see what sort of response that gets. I don't think that ever gets any easier.
A few weeks ago, I found an old friend on Facebook. We were pretty good friends a few years ago but then he moved down to London to be a professional drama queen thespian and we lost touch. He seems to have done quite well for himself from what a quick Google of his name has shown me, but I would have added him anyway because of being such a good bloke. Of course, the last time he saw me, I had my hair different at the very least, so in order to add him, I would have to tell him who I am. Or was. And who I am now. So yes, that meant more coming out. I sent him a bit of a teasy message, hopefully enticing him into responding to satisfy his curiosity. Unfortunately I forgot that my picture on there is my 'hey look I have maroon Converse and a sonic screwdriver so I must be the Doctor in my mind' one and it's kind of hard to recognise me from that. I got a reply though so it did work. It sounded quite positive but it was quite hard to tell really. I've since replied and enlightened the poor bloke so I'm now doing the waiting game to see what sort of response that gets. I don't think that ever gets any easier.