Yes! Coming out is a process, not an event. I'm a generation older than you (and an ex-twink rather than a bear) and my process has never stopped.

How important it is to celebrate our diversity. My late husband Lenny looked like a bear, but when he opened his mouth, he sounded like a lilting queen. I loved that!

My second partner was traditionally-masculine af in appearance, mannerisms, and speech. He played Aussie rules football and later rugby, including in a neighborhood league with men who never would have suspected he was gay unless he told them. Which -- sometimes he did if it came up, and sometimes he didn't.

When we fostered a child together, it came up more often than not, because we'd come to matches to cheer him on, which led to inevitable questions about who we were.

That meant that each of us and our foster son (who was straight) had coming-out processes to think about in our daily recreation lives. (Work didn't matter much. We were consultants to small businesses, mostly gay owned and operated.)

Still, we made an interesting, unconventional family that threw curve balls at all sorts of stereotypes. (Oooh, look at me using a sports metaphor! Just reading your story made me want to butch up, I guess. 😂)