Queen Michael said:
Hi. My name is Queen Michael, and I'm a crossdresser. I recently came out of the closet to my dad, and I also started wearing a dress at work. So far, nobody's had any complaints. It's a good thing I live in Sweden.
So coming out of the closet hasn't been a problem for me. How was it for you, if you've come out of the closet?
Hell on earth, then I moved cities and found the closet again and began to hide once more.
England might not be so bad but certain parts of the more working class and gritty areas are pretty shit. Another reason for me to give up and move to Scandinavia. Seriously, you guys have everything, from wide open spaces, snow through to liberal and functioning societies combined with a working healthcare system. Oh, not to mention that as of yet I have only met one Swede who was not fucking gorgeous. And they were still incredibly good looking.
Glad things went ok for you bro.
I have never really stopped regretting being honest. One of my closest friends refuses to believe it, he changes the subject whenever it comes up. If I start dating a bloke I am pretty sure his brain would explode. My ex partner new, she did not really care about it that much and the subject never really came up (Bar the total honesty that I have since realised is an utter mistake.)
Its easy to hide in a closet if you are bi. Sometimes its awkward, especially when you end up with a major man-crush on someone who thinks you are strait. There are two people in my current place that know about it, they have declared me to be their gay best friend. Its nice to have some girls to chat to.
I guess I am not quite in the closet. Bleh. About four people know, my two oldest mates (They are brothers, one of them is the one referenced who refuses to believe/accept it, the other is pretty ok with it but we barely talk.) and there are the two girls who enjoy the company of a non-threatening dude. But bar those very select people, I have tried to make sure nobody knows. Its not that I would get judged too much, its a weird mix of fearing homophobia and hating the stereotypes. I toyed with the idea of joining the LGBTQ but they are a bit... shit about bi guys. Lots of negative stereotypes, blah blah blah.
Well, that was a mini-rant. Glad things went ok with your dad, I wished I had told mine before he died. But, well, he never accepted that I was depressed, nor that I was suffering pretty badly from Anorexia, so I seriously doubt he would have believed me.