Hiding in Closet Circa 1960

This poor excuse for a blog. Thanks for still reading.

At first I thought I had too little to say, but my post writing time has been spent on Facebook posting/reading, keying/reading court documents for my book, reading kindle books and watching old TV shows; all of which have led me to many thoughts---too many thoughts, and my poor brain wants to connect them all together. I would love a PET scan all night long on my brain.

So many new people I've "met" on Facebook. I had no idea how much gay Americans are still afraid, still discriminated against, still in the closet. Living in Seattle has insulated me from reality. It breaks my heart. They were me, about 50 years ago. Never thought when I was 54 that gay people would be living such lives. I think JFK really made me believe we were better than who we became.

Back to my brain connecting things. When I was 3 years old, my brothers played hide and seek with me. They were 10 and 11 and basically wanted me out of their hair for a bit. I found a great spot in a closet. It was a tight fit, but I crawled under some boxes and blankets and didn't make a peep. This story is legend, or was legend in my family (when I still had all my family who cared about little Diane, namely my mom and Aunt Vi). After mom wanted us kids, I wouldn't reveal myself. I stayed hunkered down for HOURS. My mom was frantic.

Yes, I heard her say it was all over, but I didn't believe her. The boys put her up to it. I wasn't about to let them win! Poor Mom, she was almost in tears when I finally came out. I got a lecture too, and so did the boys. No more hid and seek for us.

My point is: That was the first time I "officially" came out of the closet. My brain wonders, if 100 years from now people will have to search the Internet to find out why gay people used the phrase "coming out." Then will they wonder why a closet? My brain wonders it now.

Okay, Aunt Vi finally stopped by a few days ago and I'll tell you all about it next time.