Coming out, i did it ass backwards

 So I have been re reading Paul Monette's "Becoming a Man", for the third ti in a row.
Now that I can say that I'm a published author, theres an an added significance to living a publicly examined life, and I find myself exorcising my ghosts via emotional striptease and finding guidance in  Monette's work.

I have been out since i was 16.

I have never come out.

I was outed.

15K  and 7 years later, I recognize the person in the mirror.

I have yet to learn to accept him.

Loving him is not even in the equation yet.

I am about to turn 25 and I feel my life slipping away.

It's my life. I've earned it damn it.

I must learn to live it.

I must learn to accept the person in the mirror. There is more than flaws there.

I must come out.