Outing-- Curbside Service

So being a college student with great ambition and huge dreams– I know I’ll likely graduate in a year with $80,000 in debt and no job… so I was thinking the other day, what’s my back-up plan.  …  …  …  Of course I came up with nothing feasible.  But… I know something I’d be good at! (If that counts for anything.)

You know the show What Not to Wear?  Stacy London runs around snagging people off the street (b/c they’re beloved friends and family have turned them in for fashion offenses) and tells them they’re in the totally wrong clothes, their look is all kinds of messed up and it’s time for a change.  Well I have no sense of style and certainly shouldn’t give fashion advice to others, but what if they had a curbside outing service?

My inspiration came to me the beginning of this year.  I was taking a walk through the music building and spotted one of the new freshmen, we shall call him Brian.  The second I saw Brian I wanted to walk up to him, give him a big hug and tell him everything was going to be ok… I restrained myself because as it turns out, people find that kind of random behavior creepy… But seriously, that kid needed a hug!  Because I have feelers out on the gay underground (and yes, at a school such as mine we legitimately have a sort of gay underground) I know that some months later he came out at least enough to himself that he’s in a relationship– but all the same it’s very hush, hush, if he knew I knew my source would be dead… and I feel as if I could have saved him several months of at least the solitary aspect of his pain.

I’ve spotted several females I would love to ‘out’ (to them, not the world, I’m not cruel!) and quite a few guys who, let’s face it, just needed to know they were loved.

If only walking up to someone you didn’t really know, hugging them, and greeting them with a whispered ‘I know you’re secret, and it’s ok– I’m one of them too’ wouldn’t likely end in a trip to campus security… Alas, the world is a messed up place.

I guess the best I can offer is this: for all you closeted lgbt’s and everything in between out there, I’m here for you, even in cyber space… So out, out, out and away!  (Ok, that was cheesy I know, but I needed some sort of parting phrase, so cut me some slack.)

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