Apparently, I missed Coming Out Day yesterday. Not too big a deal for me, I don't think, because not only have I done this for the last three (?) years, I think that anyone reading this journal has to have caught on my now that I'm a big ol' dyke, and the people who matter in my real life know as well. Even my coworkers will probably catch on pretty soon, because while I'm never one for big capital-D-Declarations of Gayness, I do tend to refer to (ex-)girlfriends and the like in conversations when it's relevant.
Half the time I don't even realise until I catch a little sideways glimpse that oops, right, that person probably didn't know that about me, yet. I certainly don't usually do it deliberately; it's just that my sexuality, while an inherent part of who I am, isn't something that's a Big Deal for me. I don't think it should be, not for me and not for other people, which is the concious part of why I don't really do Grand Declerations: the idea that if I don't make a big fuss out of it, neither will others, which suits me just fine.
That said (and I apologise to those who have this picture on their friendspage multiple times, but for once I'm not LJ-cutting an image):
THE ULTIMATE SILENCE
October 12, 1998
Six years ago today, Matthew Shepard was murdered for being homosexual.
What will you do to end the silence?