I got into the Toronto punk scene in the early 80’s and didn’t know anyone else at that time that was gay until 3 years into the scene. I now look back and find it kind of funny how I did not want anyone in my crowd to know I was gay but at the same time, whenever I was at a gay event or around a lot of other gay people.. how I wanted them to know. So I wanted complete strangers to know the real me, but didn’t want my family, friends or anybody close to me know the real me. I was one of the lucky ones and once I was out to all, I never lost a friendship or my closeness to any family member. I now look back and see that nobody really cared. The punk scene sure didn’t seem to care. I don’t know if I would do anything differently with coming out when and to who if I could do it all over again. There is a right time and place for pretty much everything and when you are comfortable and know you won’t be putting yourself in danger, that is the time for each person to decide.