Coming out can be hard, there is an embedded fear in most closeted men of what people will do or how they will react when they finally decide they are ready to come out. No one can make you ready, when you are you will know it. The reason I decided to finally let everybody in on my secret was because I had met someone and had fallen in love. I wanted this person (yes it was Husband) to be a part of every aspect of my life. Even if the idea of homosexuality makes some people uncomfortable, I think it's hard to argue with 'love' and I think it's hard not to be happy for someone who has found it regardless of their sexuality.
Anyway mushiness aside if you do happen to be a closeted gay man and need some other maybe less 'Disney' reasons to come out then let me outline other benefits of being in a same sex relationship apart from the obvious (I already know how your junk works, high five bro!).
Whilst a little taller then he there is not much difference between Husband and I size-wise, when it comes to clothing. Therefore 50% more wardrobe to choose from. Nobody ever tells you these things when you are struggling with leaving Narnia but if I had known it might have helped me reach that point a little sooner. Clothes rarely get thrown out in our house anymore, what is Husbands worn and tatty shirt becomes my vintage. Win win.
Similarly again, Husband and I have the same size feet also so yes this works even for shoes. Double the shoes (well considering Husbands love for shoes it kinda trebled for me). Though at times we do take a different stance on the issue of shoes, I value comfort whereas Husband will happily go a size smaller if he has to in the interest of fashion, so at times it's not as fair game as you would think. Also I suffer from a very strange disability in that whenever I step foot into quite dirty places (usually nightclubs) I tend to come out with very dirty shoes. This has lead Husband to the deduction that I have a tendency to step on my own feet (way to make me sound imbecilic) and as such all lighter coloured/easily scuffed shoes are verboten. I think it might be caused by my dancing.
Yet hands down one of the more pleasurable and at times hilarious benefits of this same sex agreemento we got going on here is the fact that we both love to play video-games together. Now I am not trying to offend any lady gamers out there, I do know you exist but lets agree that the probability is higher that two guys share an interest in video-games over say a guy and a girl or even a girl and a girl (I'm talking more Xbox and Playstaion less Wii or DS).
One of the best memories I have of our relationship is playing Resident Evil 5 co-op over the course of an entire weekend. Husband and I together sharing the joy of shooting the heads off the undead with our shotguns, solving complicated puzzles and defeating those tricky bosses (Wesker took an age to eviscerate). All ammo and health recovery items found had to be divided equally with the utmost care. This lead to hilarious altercations such as.
GBM: 'If you even dare take those shotgun bullets over in that corner of the room you are never getting laid again'
Or
Husband: 'Thanks, while you were off trying to get that gemstone I've just been ravaged by a pack of zombie dogs, thanks for that. I beginning to wonder if you love me'
The words would just come out and then a little while after we would be in hysterics. Nobody actually died really and it actually brought us closer together in the end. Needless to say we are pretty excited for Resident Evil 6 in October.
The joys of being young at heart.
GBM
