I was 21 when I came out of the closet for the first time. I was 24 when I went back in.
The day before my 25th birthday is one I’ll never forget. It was the first day of my new job, a great gig in corporate HR. During lunch with my new team, we were getting to know each other, finding out what movies we liked and where we grew up. Through the course of the conversation, one of my new co-workers asked if I had a girlfriend. It seems like a simple question, but the question ignited an array