Coming Out

 

Coming Out

OMG! She’s on the phone with the shelter in Morgan Hill! She’s probably making arrangements to take me back. I hated it there. It was dark and crowded and noisy and a little smelly. Just the opposite of where I am now. Then there’s always the worry that I’ll be adopted by some creepy people! I just knew this was too good to be true! Oh…..but no, I think she’s just asking for information about me! Oooh, she wants to do good by me! I’m making a promise to myself to try really hard to be normal.

I stayed in my little retreat for the rest of the day. Still on the hunger strike and not able to sleep because of stress. I heard some activity in the evening – apparently, my person (I’m hoping she’ll be MY person) was having company. Now I need to tell you that my gaydar is excellent and I would bet the farm that these guys are gay. I’m not proud to tell you this, but I have been and still am in the closet. You must understand that the shelter was in Morgan Hill, CA. This is not the Castro in San Francisco so I needed to be wary. As I told you, I was one of a large litter and the only male. My mother was a single mom and I had no male influence. So…my being gay seems to be a normal turn of events,

But let me not digress. I decide to join the guests in the living room and one of the guys, Dennis welcomed me as I slowly made my way down the hall. Oh my goodness, I felt comfortable for the first time in my life! I ran around making friends with Dennis and his partner, John. I even sat on the sofa with my person. What a time we had! After, at least and hour of merry-making, I wore myself out and went back to my room. (Again, I’m hoping it will be MY room!) I slept for the first time in almost 36 hours and felt so happy.

Now you’ve heard the coming out story. Next week I’ll tell you the “going out” story. You may never hear from the regular blog writer again!

Kind regards,

Henry