You have been my best friend since time immemorial. We have been through everything together, we have drifted apart and bounced back.
I didn’t understand a little while ago, why you couldn’t come out to me. You knew that i wasn’t homophobic and that at the very least i would be super excited (you know i love gay men lol you call me FagHag!) yet you couldnt tell me yourself and i found out via a blog on your website.
That hurt me a lot at the time, how could you not trust me to treat your secret or revelation with utmost discretion. You should have known i would stand by your side with your hand in mine and helped you tell the world.
Yet now i find myself standing in your shoes. I am a Ds lifestyler. I am loud and proud with everyone.. yet i can’t tell you. You who would love me anyway – i find myself holding this all in.
I am scared that the person i love most will fall back onto the old stereotypes of BDSM. Funny when you consider the fact that you are so anti-stereotype. but fear is in me.
I only hope that when we are face to face next that i will be able to take your hands and tell you Who I Am. That you smile at me and tell me i was being dumb not to tell You and that You always knew. The way i always knew my best bitch was a homosexual man.
i love you Matty. I am still Me. i hope you can see that when you look in my eyes after i say those words. I am more Me than i have ever been before.
‘I am Me, Matty. BDSM is Me. This Life is Beautiful and i hope you can embrace me again.’
Counting the moments till i see you again.
Me.
Coming Out Letters 