"I thought you might be worried ... about the security ... of your shit."

I finally got up with my long distance friend on Skype and decided to tell her that I was gay. She is bisexual herself and I knew that she would be very accepting. She was and I thanked her kindly and that was really the end of it.

I drove over a few cities to go with a friend to see one of the last live performances of Rent. It was definitely the best time that I have seen it "live." They were able to zoom into who was singing and the action and that really helped. The other time I saw it, our seats were awful and I couldn't make heads or tales of the plot, even though I knew what was supposed to be going on. There was this lady behind us that we swore didn't have functional use of her fingers, but was trying to open a potato chip bag and eat it's contents ... it was loud. I am so glad that I went. The musical was great as always and it was really nice to be so comfortable around a friend you haven't seen in years.

There was a football game on Saturday, our first conference game. I am just going to say that it was raining and the marching band experience was a complete clusterfuck and the resulting repressed anger and frustration has knocked a few years off of my life.

Today, I drove a few more cities over to visit a friend for the day. I got there pretty early and we lounged in Panera for a while with bagels and coffee and then to see a matinee of Burn After Reading (good, but kind of stupid ... you will love it if you dig the Coen Brothers and their dark comedy). More conversation ensued and I tried to just slip in the coming out thing ... but that didn't work. She was a little shocked, I think, but supportive. Then we had dinner out and I drove home.

I found that after I told her that I was gay, I didn't know how to conduct myself. She is the first woman in proximity that wasn't my mother that I told. I am not a touchy-feely person anyway, but I was sure to keep my hands and feet to myself. Maybe I thought that she might think I was hitting on her ... I don't know. I hope in time that being able to hold myself together in these situations will come a little more naturally.