My Trip Out

Gay married man coming out story

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At 7:15 p.m., the engineer walked into the conference room and said, “we’re live”.  With that the telecom service company I’ve been developing since May was in business.  In a darkened data center near the Dulles Airport, a rack of servers sprang to life, red and green lights blinking, the whirl of disk drives and fans the air full of white noise. My modern day factory was alive.

It’s crank time baby and Daddy got to make some money, stand back it’s gonna get intense. I haven’t made it home before 8.30 p.m. this week and with the launch, I’m looking at long hours ahead, the irony I’m not even paying myself. I convince myself I’m building wealth (you believe along with me). So here it is Friday night, 10.00 p.m., a frozen dinner, a glass of wine and a slice of cheese. Ah .. the good life. Cologne, Germany in the distant past.

If TC moves on, I’m up a creek. I’m old n’ busted, working around the clock, with X-Tube as my social life.  WTF am I supposed to do? Where TF is the next guy for me? Come show yourself, I want your scrawny ass now. Inside of a month I’ll be ordering in Chinese from Craigslist. I just know it.  The problems with the bar scene is it is populated with the younger set so no sh*t that’s who I run up against. OK so let’s just say I’m willing to take some mildewing old queen (early 30’s – queers don’t age well), they’re either up in their clutch of other hens (protecting my target) or having tea parties and making canapes and talking about going to Rehoboth beach (otherwise known as the fruit punch). My intentions are kidnap, I will descend into the dark caverns of gaydom, order Vodka cranberries,  grab my prey and quickly make my escape back to the land of straight people.

I’m all down for meeting, dating and taking things slow. I did it sorta kinda of with TC.  But I won’t play by the queer rules, f*ck ’em, endless text messaging, maybe I will, may I won’t type, no shows, reschedules, bitch modes (various including my personal favorite multi-bitch, not yet in stores only available thru this TV special) and any game play which doesn’t involved me spanking their ass.

At some point in your life, it may not be today but it should be sometime before you bite the dust, you have to figure out whether you’re the one writing the rules or reading them. I ain’t giving any hints.

I’m cold, callus and hardened, saddle up cowboy, this mule train getting ready to pull out.


  1. I hope it is not as dire as you make it sound. It’s is really is that bad, I should probably just stay with my wife.


  2. Well well…..the new company is up and running……well done and congratulations (are you hiring????, just kidding).

  3. You totally described me as the mid 30s queen! LOL

    Throw yourself into work and do not worry so much about the future. You will be ok. We all will. Congrats on the new company.

  4. Matthew C. Kriner

    January 28, 2010 at 5:46 pm

    Not too sure how I found this blog but glad I did.

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