Adam D. Chandler writing on yesterday’s NYT opinion pages:
At 20 years old, strapped to a polygraph machine, I quietly confessed that “I might be, um … homosexual.” Technically, I was lying. There was no “might be” about it. The machine’s operator, who stood between me and a summer sinecure at the National Security Agency, broke character with a compassionate squint.
“Could your sexual orientation be the basis of a bribery attempt against you?”
I assured her that no one would find out. I got the job.
That was eight years ago. It was the first time I had ever revealed my sexual orientation. And it was the only time I’d done so, until now. Not even my closest friends know.
They know now. Congrats on coming out, Adam, and I hope you’re getting a lot of support from your friends and family.