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Come out, come out wherever you are...

If you've flung open that closet door and stepped forth with gusto, then congratulations on your honesty and bravery.
If you're still hiding behind a row of hanging clothes and hoping no one peeks in, there's still time.

We're smack dab in the middle of National Coming Out Week.

Even those of us who are happily heterosexual can take part in the week by learning more about the lives of GLBT people and how we can support them.

The Human Rights Campaign Foundation has on its Web site a wealth of resources related to Coming Out. There's a "Straight Person's" guide to GLBT Americans and a video in honor of Coming Out Day with insights from such notables as President Bill Clinton, Comedienne Ellen Degeneres, Singer Janet Jackson and Actor Jake Gyllenhaal. The site also touches upon issues of religion, offers a Coming Out resource guide and features a link to download a Human Rights Campaign screen saver.

You also can find out more on how to participate in the first online public art project encouraging Americans to "Talk About It." The project celebrates gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender and straight Americans who support living openly and talk about the things that make us all different, as well as the ways we are all the same.

And then, after all this figuring out that I'm this and she's that, and he's something else, and you-know-who is you-know-what, maybe we should all take note of a comment I once read...

Labels are for filing. Labels are for clothing. Labels are not for people. -- Martina Navratilova


Find the courage to find yourself, and be true to that self. That's what matters.

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