When the call came, it wasn’t that I couldn’t hear it; it was that I had no interest in obeying. For Jonah, that call was Nineveh. For me? It was coming out. My “solution” for my sexuality was quite simple: I’d tell no one, become straight, and then move on with my life. A secret I’d die keeping rather than ever share; I could hardly admit it to myself, let alone another human.