The Closet is Hell

I believe in life situations creating inspirations for blogs. The other day I was indirectly told to come out the closet by straight women. Because she read a man's quote on the closet being being hell. A women who in the grade scheme of things believes she has me down to a science. Despite having never had a proper conversation with me or actually meeting me. Not to say I'm mad at this women because frankly I'm still trying figure out who's closet she's been in because It certainly was not mine.

I've personally spent a lot of personal time in my closet. Growing up virtually an only child imagination was an important key to play time. In Senior Kindergarten I was convinced I was SuperMan and my closet was my phone booth. I'd run in in my PJs are come out in my super suit. That was also the same year I jumped off the top of a 10 ft slide and realized I couldn't fly.  It was a tragic revelation in my young life that didn't last long.

By first grade I was convinced I was a western sheriff and my closet became the town saloon. I had my six shooters and chaps and my little boots with it's kiddie plastic spurs.

By Second grade I knew I was Captain Kirk and my closet was the Enterprise. It even came with a vulcan, medical doctor and a scottish man that drank to much.

By Third Grade...I was definitely Han Solo and my closet turned into the millennium falcon complete with Chewy.

By fourth grade I could never decide weather I was Batman or Robin and my closet just happened to be the coolest bat cave ever. Alfred ran all the tech and made sure the Batmobile and Robin Cycle were primed waxed and cleaned.

Eventually by 5th grade...I'd discovered my true calling as Indiana Jones and came out my closet and started going on adventures in the wood. Eventually I grew out of my imaginary games but not my imagination. 

My closet has been a lot of things over years but hell was never one of them. These days it's great place to storing the crap 20 year olds are popular.

Now I know there is a metaphorical closet in the gay world and I'm not down playing that in anyway. Because I'm sure that closet can definitely be a persons hell but it's never been mine.

-Hutch

Names Hutch, Up close and personal

Clearly you don't know me at all.
Don't for a second think, I don't know whats going on behind the scenes. Just because I'm young that doesn't mean I'm blind.
I see through your crap and the front you push. I'll never pretend to fully understand the world or everything in it. Because not even the wisest of men can say they understand it all.
I'm not so nieve to claim to understand all of a world in which I don't live. I won't claim I don't have an understanding of it either.
Like some superior being you come on all high and mighty and point out my faults or faults you've determined that I have with out really knowing me at all. Things you've pushed as my short comings...I can sit and point them out in you. Problem is.....why should I bother? what satisfaction could possibly come from that. Turning people against you? Making you look bad?. Some satisfaction that would bring.

My name is Hutch,
I'm not some " Immature" kid, trapped in the " Closet". I say whats on my mind regardless of what other think. I'm one of those what you see is what you get guys, But I'm not one dimensional. Like a rubix cube I'm "Simple" but you can sure "Complicate" the hell out of me.  I don't live my life in pre-determined boxes of standards set by someone else. If I'm living "My" life by somebodies else's guidelines. Then who's life am I living?