As anyone reading this knows, I am now Nate. A simple enough fact. You all have also figured out that I am so deep in the closet at work, I couldn't find the door with a map.
We have cool computers here and when I get an e-mail at my work address that little outlook box superimposes on the bottom right corner of the screen.
Now I know I should be fully into my work - this is a busy time - but I have my new gmail account and sometimes I check it during the day. So this morning I am checking my gmail - or maybe I should say Nate is checking his gmail and the little outlook box flickers on - an e-mail from a colleague:
"Who does Nate get charged to?"
I am having a heart attack. I am in panic mode. I reflexively delete the incoming message and then cannot find it. I then realize it is in my deleted items. I read it again.
"Who does Nate get charged to?"
It's still there. After another minute or two of shear terror, I realize. This colleague had been working on a client with a very similar name and had gotten one letter wrong.
I present this for the humor, but as I write I realize it is a commentary on closets - what a horrible way generations of gay people have been forced to live.
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I downloaded the song (legally - Mary deserves my money) and a dozen listenings later, I am still without words. As Ian knew, the song needs no commentary.
I read that and my heart stopped for you.
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