Sunday, March 04, 2007

Just a slip of the tongue

Saturday morning I was talking to my work's Gladys Kravitz-equivalent when the discussion turned to the changes I'm making to clear up that nasty rash. Quit staring! Anyway, I mentioned that I've switched to a natural aluminum-free deodorant, and Mrs. K asked what it was. For some reason I said it was Tom's of Finland, when it's actually Tom's of Maine. So I guess this means I'm one Google search away from being finally and completely out at work.

13 comments:

Ur-spo said...

I knew Tom of Finland had T shirts and jeans and belts, but not deoderant!

The Other Andrew said...

I always thought Tom of Finland would be more of an au naturel smell, you know? Like the old leather bars where you couldn't get in if you were wearing cologne?...

Chaucer's Bitch said...

oh now THAT'S funny.

Jen said...

If Gladys calls you out on it, you could always act like you didn't say that, you totally said "Tom's of Maine", and then affix your expression into one of deep concern and ask her exactly with whom she's been spending time.

Michael Guy said...

Nice slip of the tongue; I'd wager she comes across that pic of the sex pig straddled on the floor with all the leather daddy's biker boots pressing him downward.

I know I did.

Peter from Amsterdam said...

Does it bother you, being completely out at work? To me it looks like you are already out, only Mrs. K is still wondering...

Michael said...

Peter, no, it doesn't or wouldn't bother me. I have been concerned for a long time because I work in health care in a very conservative area of the country. Would people still utilize my services if they knew I was gay? Would they bring their kids to me? I'm still coming to terms with that. Am I selling myself out, and at what cost?

Michael said...

I guess I contradicted myself there. I think I am at the point in my life where I'd welcome being more fully open and integrated, but I still harbor concerns.

Peter from Amsterdam said...

I didn't know you worked in health care, but I do know of a friend who worked in mental care [also in the MidWest] how life became hell when they found out. Before that he could handle any patient after that he only was allowed to work the graveyard shifts.

Michael said...

Reassuring!

The Other Andrew said...

Was that the sound of a closet door slamming?!

Michael said...

I think not. That closet is like Pandora's Box (or should it be Endorra's Box to continue the Bewitched theme we got going on?)and its coordinated contents in flattering but body-conscious cuts have been released for good.

Only I don't think bitch caught the slip.

Sherri said...

Somehow, I've always associated Tom of Finland with something that would GIVE you a rash...of one kind or another.

Thanks for the giggle. Now I have to dig out the books.