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This seemed as good a time as any to mention that it kinda dawned on me a few years ago that I seem to be basically bisexual.*
In all seriousness, this is not a big deal. I don't think I could have asked for a more gay-friendly social circle than the branch of Perth fandom I've been hanging out with for the last odd decade. I haven't mentioned it to my parents yet, but I can't imagine them being too bothered by it. It just seems silly to make a big scene out of coming out in that sort of environment. For all I know, half those people never assumed I was straight in the first place.
The only slightly awkward thing about the whole situation is that no matter how confident one might be about everyone's support, it's still not the sort of subject that lends itself to being dropped into casual conversation. ("So what did you do over the weekend?" "Oh, nothing much, sat around the house, had a minor personal sexual revelation, you know.") Without going into detail about what kept me from getting through all this stuff years ago**, when you've spent as long as I had in the semi-conscious habit of not drawing attention to fact that, for example, your eyes might sometimes trail after a pretty girl for slightly longer than is entirely heterosexual, it's a hard thing to break yourself out of overnight. But obviously, I want that information out there. I want to be able to casually mention something like how I might personally find the heroine of series X more attractive than the hero, and without confusing anyone with how that adds up with my having identified as heterosexual back in 2001, or whatever. At the very least, it certainly can't hurt my chances of ever getting a date.
So, yeah. That's about the shape of things.
And with all that and the last month of crazy Wai-con cosplay prep out of the way, hopefully I will be back to my regular schedule of posting about random fannish stuff any day now.
* Well, inasmuch as one can say given my non-existent dating history. Sometimes I crush on guys, sometimes I crush on girls, I'm comfortable with the label, and happy to figure out any remaining details as I go.
** Short version: the supportive environment thing is something of a recent development. Until my late teens practically everything public school and available pop culture had ever taught me about homo/bisexuality was the bare definitions, that no-one ever talked about it, and when they did talk about it it was to sneer or otherwise establish that The People Who Did That Were Not Our Kind Of People. (Had RTD's new Doctor Who been on TV when I was a kid I may have had a whole different adolescence.) When it first began to dawn on me that I found girls attractive my response was to freak out and repress, and repress so effectively that it took an awfully long time and a lot of gradual intermediate stages for the subject to come up again. Anyway, I think we've already established the part where I was never the most emotionally stable of teens out there.
In all seriousness, this is not a big deal. I don't think I could have asked for a more gay-friendly social circle than the branch of Perth fandom I've been hanging out with for the last odd decade. I haven't mentioned it to my parents yet, but I can't imagine them being too bothered by it. It just seems silly to make a big scene out of coming out in that sort of environment. For all I know, half those people never assumed I was straight in the first place.
The only slightly awkward thing about the whole situation is that no matter how confident one might be about everyone's support, it's still not the sort of subject that lends itself to being dropped into casual conversation. ("So what did you do over the weekend?" "Oh, nothing much, sat around the house, had a minor personal sexual revelation, you know.") Without going into detail about what kept me from getting through all this stuff years ago**, when you've spent as long as I had in the semi-conscious habit of not drawing attention to fact that, for example, your eyes might sometimes trail after a pretty girl for slightly longer than is entirely heterosexual, it's a hard thing to break yourself out of overnight. But obviously, I want that information out there. I want to be able to casually mention something like how I might personally find the heroine of series X more attractive than the hero, and without confusing anyone with how that adds up with my having identified as heterosexual back in 2001, or whatever. At the very least, it certainly can't hurt my chances of ever getting a date.
So, yeah. That's about the shape of things.
And with all that and the last month of crazy Wai-con cosplay prep out of the way, hopefully I will be back to my regular schedule of posting about random fannish stuff any day now.
* Well, inasmuch as one can say given my non-existent dating history. Sometimes I crush on guys, sometimes I crush on girls, I'm comfortable with the label, and happy to figure out any remaining details as I go.
** Short version: the supportive environment thing is something of a recent development. Until my late teens practically everything public school and available pop culture had ever taught me about homo/bisexuality was the bare definitions, that no-one ever talked about it, and when they did talk about it it was to sneer or otherwise establish that The People Who Did That Were Not Our Kind Of People. (Had RTD's new Doctor Who been on TV when I was a kid I may have had a whole different adolescence.) When it first began to dawn on me that I found girls attractive my response was to freak out and repress, and repress so effectively that it took an awfully long time and a lot of gradual intermediate stages for the subject to come up again. Anyway, I think we've already established the part where I was never the most emotionally stable of teens out there.