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Yesterday’s blog entry got a lot of hits but only one comment. I did, however, receive a few comments via Twitter direct messages. I completely understand.
When someone you know does something that makes you feel as though you had them pegged incorrectly, it sets you back. It makes you wonder how you missed the indicators that a person is not exactly who they present themselves to be. You struggle with your impulse to judge lest you be judged.
We all have our dark sides. We all have our dark thoughts. Whether we choose to act on them or not is the silky fine thread of separation. If this darkness stays within or is acted upon privately and discretely, it’s only yours. When you let the darkness bleed into your life, penetrating your career, your family, affecting innocent people, taking you to the edge and beyond, then it isn’t right.
This brings me to consider the struggle gay people have about coming out. I’m glad that it’s OK to be gay. Generally, it is. But there are people, I am sure, who struggle with this double identity, to hide it from their parents and other loved ones, to keep it under wraps because they think it could cost them their job and traditional relationships. It is a burden they choose to bear but long to discard. The timing is personal, and it could mean sacrificing the greatest love they’ll ever know because they couldn’t set themselves free.
We all have double identities that never surface. Who needs to know you need to be bound to feel love, eat until you purge, max out your credit cards, or wear your underwear two days in a row? Who needs to know whether you sleep in the nude or not? Who needs to know your secrets?