I think it depends on your environment. London is pretty cool about the whole gay thing. Where I work, its practically regulation to be gay. I worked at the BBC, same there -even more so. I have never had to hide, my family know - probably always had known. My family were big hippies in the 60's so i know I was very lucky. My Mother grew, she only smoked on Sundays though, after Sunday dinner.
To me its just a part of who I am. I am not defined by it, just a little something extra. I have done the whole girl thing too. Slept with lots - not because I was hiding who I was - I wanted to try. I have had some great sex with the ladies. Still gay though.
I think we're still caught in some post-WW2 time warp in Australia. Some of us have managed to mature, but there are still people being raised under the assumption that if you are not (for males) a straight, white, beer drinking, football watching 'bloke', then you must be a 'poofta' or a lazy black bastard or a dole bludging pot smoking drug fucked hippy.
I'm probably exaggerating, but I don't think I'm too far off the mark in describing some cities and towns in this country.
Starsailor, counting the media industry as a normal work environment doesn't count.
I worked in a small TV production house in 1979 and out of the six people working there, one was was straight. Luckily though, three of us smoked, so I didn't miss out on any fun
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Hippy parents...maybe that's why our kids are comfortable talking with us about their sexuality and stuff too...
. One of my daughters is a XXX stripper. I hear lots of stuff that would make other fathers faint...
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If you want to hear a story about double-standards, I'll tell you about her biological father one day...now he is your stereotypical Australian male.
I can't recall any of my friends that haven't had a hard time coming out. Some were immediately accepted by friends and family, while others were disowned. I'm not talking back in the eighties here either. We had a friend of my daughters who nearly lived at our place. He was 17 and his family had ostracized him. This was only 7 years ago. I could tell more stories of friends who went through hell, but I guess I have the same amount of happy ones too.
Having said all that, the city I live near is only small (around 70+k), and is in what is considered 'beef country', 'Gateway to to Western Queensland'. It's a strange place. Lotsa redneck cowboys, wanna be homies, 'bogans' and other stereotypes. However, there is a thriving gay 'community' that hold regular entertainment nights at pubs and clubs. Drag shows, karaoke nights, shindigs and stuff. We haven't had a chance to go out to a show yet, but watched some videos and edited some photos for friend who used to organise them. He said the audience is about as mixed as the people in the city.
I'm rambling...I'll go and have another billy.