Here's a question: Do you ever kind of miss being in the closet? I don't miss the stress of not being myself, and I definitely appreciate that I no longer have to worry about how people would react if I were to come out. Nevertheless, I've found being openly gay to be disappointingly prosaic on some level. When I was in the closet, I'd often think about how awesome and exciting my life would be once I came out, but really, it hasn't been all that different from the post-college life all my straight friends seem to lead. The reality of being gay, while not bad in any way, has not exactly lived up to my (admittedly inflated) expectations. I sort of miss being able to imagine it would.