Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Some people from work have seen me sing in the gay men’s chorus, so… Yeah. I’m kinda outed.
Not that I’m completely in– I don’t lie about being gay or hide behind fake girlfriends or anything. I just don’t really talk about that part of my life in my work environment. Partly because I don’t care enough about anyone I work with to share that side of myself.
But mostly because I work in a very conservative, family owned, blue-collar manufacturing environment.
The first instance involved a concert-goer. I was in the lobby after our Saturday night performance when this older woman came up and congratulated me. And then she introduced her husband– whom I work with at my company. He recognized me and was wondering if it would be okay to come up and say hi.
Although it caught me off-guard, I just smiled and thanked them both profusely for coming. It turns out the woman has been a season ticket holder for years and her brother has been singing in the chorus for over two decades (he’s got an incredible voice). And the guy I work with loves our concerts!
The second “outing” was more of a surprise and much less expected.
I was in my office on Monday when the head of one of our manufacturing departments popped into my office and blithely said, “So, you were singing a bit this weekend.”
This one really caught me off guard. I instantly figured he had probably seen me on the TV broadcast, so I said, “I didn’t figure you would be up that early on a Saturday and watching news.”
But the unexpected part was he didn’t seem weirded out or disgusted. He just said, “You guys sounded good. They kept you guys on a long time.”
Then we chatted a bit about music in general before I moved the conversation back to work issues.
Even though I’m slightly nervous (because this guy tends to run his mouth a bit) I think him approaching me the way he did was perhaps his way of letting me know that he knows, and he’s ok with it.
I guess I’ll have to wait and see if there’s any fallout. Especially given some of the Obama-hatin’, gun-totin’, bigots I work with.
The perils of being a fag on TV, I guess.