I've been thinking a lot lately about the choice actors or actresses have when they decide to "come out" publicly. When I did it, I got a lot of people genuinely asking why is it necessary? I'd had discussions often about the fact that straight people needn't "come out" and a personal life is personal, so why bother saying anything.
I probably post more selfies to social-media accounts than the average male. According to a recent study this would indicate that I may be more inclined toward psychopathic and narcissistic tendencies with a dash of self-objectification thrown in for good measure. I suppose that's fine by me, considering that, not so long ago, I despised the face staring back in the mirror.
I held it together in public, but I really wanted to cry at the beautiful moment I had just witnessed. But then it hit me; I had just judged someone. I had assumed that because this man fit a certain stereotype that he was instantly against equality, and there was no way that he could possibly approve of his son's sexuality.
A year ago I was sitting at home in Australia, debating whether I should post my coming-out video. I had recorded the video in September and had let it collect dust on my desktop for almost two months. I was anxious about what would happen if I revealed this part of myself to the rest of the world. The tape was a reaction to one of the scariest moments of my career.