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I saw them coming from a few yards away and my heart flew up into my throat. I gave some meaningful eye contact for a long moment, averted my eyes, looked back once more to make sure they got the message. After all, I wasn’t alone. I have family visiting.

It’s something I’ve been scared of since I joined this community. I don’t use my real name. I had one close call out on a date, when I ran into a friend from my graduate cohort. Thankfully, she was cool enough to understand when I came out as poly to her and explained the situation.

But, here I was, with family, scared someone would blurt out the wrong name. Instead, the two looked away and walked by me in silence. 

Later on, I texted the one whose number I had, thanking him for understanding the situation. As I did, I realized something about my fear: I was scared most about being part of this community and ashamed of possibly being outed. But, I had neglected to recognize that word: community. It’s not just about the munches and the play parties, it’s about having each other’s backs. 

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