National Coming Out Day: St. Sukie de la Croix

Sat. October 11, 2014 3:43 AM by News Staff

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A Bitter Old Queen On National Coming Out Day

National Coming Out Day (NCOD) started in 1988 to celebrate "coming out" and to raise awareness of the LGBT community and civil rights movement. It was the brainchild of psychologist Robert Eichberg, the founder of a personal growth workshop, and Jean O'Leary, a gay activist in Los Angeles. They opted for October 11, as it was the one-year anniversary of the 1987 National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights. That's the history.

St. Sukie de la Croix coming out

I believe that telling your friends and family that you are LGBT (pick a letter) is the most important step toward personal freedom. However, in my old age I've become very intolerant toward those individuals who don't "come out." Not announcing who you are to the world is a supreme act of cowardice. Homosexuality isn't a choice. Staying in the closet is. So either find some balls-and I include lady-balls here-and "come out" and join the fight for equal rights, or lead the miserable secret life you so richly deserve. On the issue of "coming out" I have zero tolerance for the closet case. I care deeply for people who "come out" but I don't give a shit for those who hide in the shadows. You created that hot mess, so now sit and fry in it.

I've heard all the excuses. "It would kill my parents if they knew I was gay." NO IT WON'T. PARENTS DON'T DIE WHEN THEIR CHILDREN TELL THEM THINGS. And if it does kill them, then your problems are solved, aren't they? Bury them and move on. I'm a parent and there is nothing my children could tell me that would stop me loving them. Nothing. If your parents reject you because you're LGBT then you have succeeded in doing some family-tree trimming. Cutting off the dead wood. You do not need those people in your life. They do not love you so go find people who do. When I "came out" to my parents, my father was fine about it, but my mother exploded into a fireball leaving only a pair of sizzling flip-flops on the kitchen floor. At that moment her face appeared in my rear-view mirror getting smaller and smaller as the years went by until she completely disappeared. And that's OK.

"Oh I can't come out because I'd lose my job." Get another job.

"My neighbors would harass me." Well, move and then mail your neighbors Tom of Finland cards or a copy of the Tee Corinne's "Cunt Coloring Book."

There's a million excuses to not "come out" and they're all just that ... "excuses." There is no greater gift than being loved for who you are. If you want to stay in the closet and waste your life away, that's fine by me. I don't care, because I have a husband and all kinds of people who love and cherish me. Out gay people are having a Big Fat Gay Wedding party out here, and you're invited. However, if you want to sit in a dark room of quiet desperation, I don't give a shit, because I'm too busy trying to figure out if this red polka dress goes with my beard or not.

Happy Coming Out Day.