I wasn't just in the closet protecting myself. Every day I spent concealing who I was, I reinforced the idea that being gay was something shameful, something to hide. I wasn't just failing myself, I was failing every person marching in that street. Every kid contemplating suicide in some small town. Every person fired for being who they were. My silence wasn't neutrality. It was complicity. It was blood on my hands.
October 12, 2025