Hello All -- I posted recently, apparently a bit too explicitly about singing in a gay men's chorus... so I won't name names, but its a key part of the point of my post (and thx admins for yanking what crossed the line). What I want to say is -- that I have come to see that proportionately, that the more I'm OUT the more enriching and happy my life is. And the more I feel I give back to others. Two years ago, a few months after I came out... I marched in a local area gay pride parade. It was an astonishing moment -- holding the banner for our group, walking along, with people smiling and waving... and happy. Totally affirming. And yet, at the same time, I was still thinking.... where will the pictures be seen/ posted? (as we marched I realized there were hundreds if not thousands of people with their cell phones taking pics and videos!). Last year, I marched at the head of one of the largest US gay pride parades. This time with an equality organization. I marched holding hands with the man I loved who was my partner at the time. And not only were there probably tens of thousands of cameras, because of the nature of the group... lots and lots of video and news cameras. This year... I joined a gay men's Chorus. A group that I am embraced by, men who I laugh with, share my pain with, my laughter, too. It's unabashedly on my FB page. And I stand on stage with this group, singing songs about men loving men, with drag queens, amazing costumes... and it's all so perfectly, fully, completely normal. In the Fall of 2012 -- I could never have imagined life this way. Active in gay groups, volunteering to make pride (in June) happen, on the board of the pride center. I fell deeply in love with a man, we joined our families together. (sadly that ended - and yes, I'm dating). The pride flag flies in front of my house in the summer. I have started on PrEP. Not because I'm some TruvadaWhore... but because its smart. After all, if you take a pill a day and would be assured you wouldn't get cancer, wouldn't you? I am more deeply hurt and troubled than ever at LGBTQ discrimination... and I say so. 'Cause guess what, I am "normal." Hell, I'm a little crazy, ha!, but I am not some deviant with the pathology of homosexuality as once listed on the DSM. And the more I'm out... my friends see my life as more "normal." And my neighbors, acquantances, people I don't know at all, when I walk down the street arm in arm with a guy, when I sit at a restaurant holding hands, when a man and I share a kiss in public... see "normal" -- that we gay men (and our sisters and brothers who are lesbian, bi, trans, questioning) -- are "normal." I started living my life this way because it felt right, felt good deep in my soul. The unintended consequence is a rich, full life. A life of giving back. Friends.... you're here -- you took the first step in your journey. It not only gets better, it gets wonderful! However in your life you sing, and if you're not sure, look into your gut and soul -- trust me, it's there! .... I wish you much of that! Hugs.