In the spirit of PRIDE month, I’d like so share that I came out to Diana Ross. In reality, I came out of the bathroom at Ashford & Simpson’s Sugar Bar and hit her in the face with the door at Luther’s 50th Birthday party. It was the most embarrassing moment. I am a huge Diana Ross fan so to clock her in the face with a bathroom door was not my finest moment. Diana Ross and her glamorous image have inspired me in my diabetes outreach and her anthem, I’m Coming Out, certainly is part of the soundtrack of my gay life.
My little mishap got me thinking about the parallels between coming out about my sexuality and accepting a diabetes diagnosis. Both journeys involve navigating through the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Let me tell you, it can feel like a never-ending carousel—just when you think you’ve resolved yourself from issues of shame, regret and guilt, you find yourself back at the start. You know those moments when you’re tempted to tuck your identity or health status away? Well, guess what? Life has a funny way of saying, “Surprise! It’s time to come out again!” or time to check your blood sugars in public”!

And those thoughts—“Why did this happen to me?” and “One day I didn’t have diabetes, and the next, it’s like I woke up with an unexpected low”—are all too familiar. It’s easy to wish for a magic prayer to make it all go away, just like many gay men and their families have wished to pray away their identities. But spoiler alert: that doesn’t work!
But no matter how you slice it, I’m gay and I apply my gay perspective and sensibility to my diabetes outreach. Think camp humor, rainbows, and possibly too much sequins, all mixed into my mission to connect with the community. In a world where division seems to be the theme, I’m proud to be a unicorn or a bridge—representing those of us who don’t fit neatly into any box.
I’m choosing to share this post during Pride Month because I believe that everything that glitters is gold. Back in the early 2000s, I experienced narrow-minded hate after successfully presenting a faith-based diabetes outreach program in Philadelphia, PA.
The day after, I was informed that I would never be invited back, a decision I believe was influenced by speculation about my sexual identity—something I had not discussed before, during, or after the program.
This left me feeling powerless to defend myself, and my heart was broken. The toxic feelings of shame regarding my sexuality resurfaced, and as a result, I have not presented another Divabetic faith-based program since then. I refuse to get over it.
My anger fueled my desire to shout from the mountain tops that “I’m gay!” I came out on a subsequent podcast, virtual events, and from time to time, I like to remind people that I am gay. I refuse to bring my fresh, diva approach to diabetes education and empowerment to places where I am not accepted. Thankfully, I now enjoy presenting Divabetic programs to the LGBTQ+ community and our allies. My flame did not go out; it burns brighter than ever!
So, here’s to embracing our quirks, spreading some joy, and maybe even dodging a bathroom door or two along the way! Happy PRIDE!