Coming out of the closet, without actually being in a closet to begin with

There are many taboos I’ve seen broken and accepted: tattoos, rehab, same-sex relationships, sex before marriage…

The list goes on. They are more like 'by the by' kind of things now. If you haven’t broken some kind of taboo in your lifetime, you’re seen as a little dull.

And furthermore what seems dull is these broken taboos no longer have the drama to go with it. I simply don’t want to be out-shocked anymore.

I still like my innocent moments of gasping: the reveal of a tattoo, the disclosure of an affair and coming out of the closest.

Recently, I don’t think I gave enough drama to a friend who came out. I knew she was. I just thought she wasn’t comfortable telling me, and I was too polite to ask.

But don’t rob me of my ‘gasping moment’ when she does. It is fun.

Fun why?

Because I don’t ever want to be some cynical, jaded old know-it-all who can’t appreciate that being gay even now is hard to say. I don’t ever want to just take it all in as something that is as normal as the inflation of milk, bread and the papers.

It has resonance for the people I care about. There should be some healthy drama to go with it. It is all about celebrating their decision to do things differently to what their parents did.

So we all knew she was a closet lesbian, so when she steps out of that closest, I want her to have her finest threads on and see it as her moment to shine.

And furthermore, she was never living in a flat-packed Ikea closet, it was absolutely bespoke to her.