Surfing The Fear Wave

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“Fear doesn’t shut you down; it wakes you up. I’ve seen it. It’s fascinating.” He releases me but doesn’t pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. “Sometimes I just…want to see it again. Want to see you awake.”

― Veronica Roth, Divergent

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True Story With A Gay Ending

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I just went through security at TF Green Airport in Rhode Island. I was coming from a conference and planning to fly home to Washington, D.C. I fly regularly for business and rarely have had a problem with security. In fact, I have TSA Pre, for expedited screening through security, but today it did not show up on my boarding pass, so I went through regular security like everyone else. Continue reading

A Life Compartmentalized

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When the Monica Lewinsky scandal broke in 1998, one of the things often written about, dissected and explored was how Bill Clinton could compartmentalize himself. I remember thinking, I get this. I really understood fully how Bill could do this, because I did the same thing.
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Something Much More Organic at Play

gayrightsbabyAs I think back to what I was like in elementary school, I remember being a little bit overweight, not very athletic, and someone who didn’t fit in with the other boys. I felt very much like an outsider in the world of boys. I was a little bit effeminate, didn’t like sports, and didn’t know how to hang out and just be a guy. Continue reading

Coming Out to the Division Leadership

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Today I stood in front of about 175 people in a leadership meeting for the division I lead at my company and came out. While I didn’t read from the document below, I did write down what I wanted to say in advance and used it to think through my message. I wanted to be clear and strong in what I said. Continue reading

Not My Father’s Son: The Power of Coming Out

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I never knew why my parents transferred me from public school to a private all boys’ Episcopal school in third grade, while my sister was sent across town to a co-ed Quaker school.
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