Or, well, kind of. Little by little, more of the people in my life are finding out 1) that I am an author, and 2) exactly what I write. In the last few weeks, two of my oldest and dearest straight male friends found out that I write gay romance. I'll be honest, I was worried about what they'd say. Not because I write GAY romance, but because I write romance at all. You have to understand these two to understand why I was worried about that. One has a doctorate in philosophy, the other actually speaks Klingon. They are the type of people who actually have long, heated discussions about deep philosophical issues. I was scared to death they'd both think I was a shallow airhead for writing romance, even though they know better about me. I was afraid they'd look down on my chosen genre as being beneath their notice. Instead, both these guys have been wonderfully supportive and encouraging.
Lesson learned: do not assume you know what someone is going to think based on stereotyped ideas about their personality type, their likes and dislikes, etc. People can still surprise you, even after twenty-plus years :)
The next hurdle: letting people at the EDJ find out. Eep. I am not sure that's going to happen. They might decide that erotic romance reflects badly on the business (it's a hospital) and fire me. They're allowed to do that, which is scary. And I cannot afford to lose my job no matter how much I despise it. So, yeah. I guess my gay smut will remain a delicious secret in certain circles *g*