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It's kind of like the night when I figured out that Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy weren't real. Coming to the realization that something I believed for years was a lie.

I first asked myself, "Am I gay?" back in 2003, but the question has especially been at the forefront of my mind for the past several weeks—maybe months.

As of this moment, I no longer feel like the question is unresolved. I don't feel like there's anymore questions to ask, people to talk to, avenues to explore. I have my answer. I'm gay.