My Love and I are both in our 30s. We both came out of the closet last year. Our paths were different.
I knew that I was gay when I was a teenager. I was deeply in the closet. I passed as straight. No one ever suspected otherwise. The thought of acting on my knowledge horrified me. I’ll write more – a lot more – about that.
Until last year, my Love never questioned her default assumption that she was straight. She dated men. She had great affection for two of them, but no passion. The penny dropped on her last spring. It caused her no qualm. She accepted it and moved forward. I’ll try to get her to write more about that.
I am the first woman she ever dated. She is the only woman I have ever dated.
We are making this up as we go along.