Not quite a neighbour, but certainly close, my cousin who is, and always has been, deeply homophobic turns out to have a profile on here, with many verifications. It does not take the wit and intelligence of a secret squirrel to work out his identity from his profile alone.
He made my childhood a fucking misery, ensuring I was so far buried in the closet the place was ice cold, and smelled of Turkish Delight!
If I were a vindictive person I’d take great delight in outing him, crushing him in the eyes of his family, co-workers, anyone who knows him, all those who view him as a steady family man and staunch homophobe. Doing it in a really cruel and nasty way from which he’d never recover. Just like he terrified me out of being myself for decades.
But I can’t be bothered, I’m a better person than he is.
As for neighbours, I wasn’t so much caught as outed when my then wife laundered my lingerie, skirts, tops, dresses, and hung them out to dry for all to see. They were way too small for her, and she didn’t take in laundry. The lady next door did ask where I got some of the tartier stuff from, she wanted to get something similar for herself. Fun days, not. |
