“Yes.” I took a deep breath. “I’m not out.”
Fisher’s frown didn’t disappear. “Why do I think that’s not it?”
“Because it’s not,” I confessed. “I live in a really small town. Everybody knows everybody. I go to church with my parents every Sunday I don’t have to work. I can honestly say I don’t know anybody who is out.”
“Where is this going?”
“I just want you to understand where I’m coming from. I’m not…the most outgoing guy. It’s hard for me to talk to people. Being in the closet doesn’t make that any easier.”
The lines between Fisher’s brows eased. “You’re doing just fine with me.”
“Because you’re safe. I know that. That’s one of the things I love about your blog. You’ve created this environment that encourages people to let go of their fears. I’ve taken more risks in the time I started reading it than I have my whole life.”
“But that’s good. That was the whole reason I started the blog. I didn’t want people to be afraid of things that didn’t really matter.”