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After you get old and evil like many of us (well, I'm mostly just evil), you don't have to "come out" any more. You just be yourself with 1000% confidence, and when some dim bulb at work or the family reunion finally sees the light you pretend you don't notice so THEY look weird.
It's funny, in martial arts and physical competitions I've found that gay men are usually completely dedicated, completely ready to lock and tumble and sometimes even a little scary, and the big urgly machismo homophobe guys are the ones who are the biggest sissy-boy-bug-eating-manbitches about everything that might muss their hair. For the most part we have to take care of and mentor our delicate, insecure, easily offended and frightened heterosexual friends, because face it, most of them have never faced even the tiniest bit of real adversity and poor souls they shouldn't have to. They have odd notions about the world and the oddest one they have is thinking they have a lock on masculinity.
So coming out to anyone shouldn't "mean" anything, unless you're telling someone because you're announcing you want to get in their pants or you expect them to treat you differently in the future.
I recently went out with an Italian friend I've known for years (in Germany) to a nightclub and after I got a little tired of staring at boobages, I finally said I was going to go gaze upon some male bootay. He said "siete gaio?", "du bist gay???", I grinned and said so? I thought you knew.
So he puppy dogged around behind me the rest of the night in disbelief, first in denial, then fast forward to acceptance when he realized I had neither deceived him nor used him and that the being gay part was no more important than being blonde. You wouldn't "come out" to your friends to announce that you are actually blonde?
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