I'm not sure how to do this. I say that, having done this once before. It scared my innards soft twenty years ago; it does more or less the same now.
I think what scares me most is that acknowledging who and what I am has always been acceptable to a certain point, and when it hasn't fit that bill I've just kept quiet. I'm really a coward, deep down. I keep the sanctum door closed. Sure, there are those who already either know, or have hunches, and that's grand because it makes life