Does the risk of being outed turn you on?

Now I'm thinking of all the nuns spanking me hard while I'm in their panties and they're all naked to tease me.
 
My former partner was an openly gay man who never pressured me into coming out. In many ways I wish he had but it was understood I was too afraid and had too much to lose by coming out of the closet. There were daring times in public and I relished the risk of being found out. Has anyone else kept their private lives secret for the erotic thrill of living dangerously?
I was previously in a career where being outed would be professional suicide. I've changed careers now but the situation isn't much better. I did come out to my best friend and a couple of family members. It was quite a relief and felt great letting people that I love, unconditionally, know who I really am. For the most part, I'm closer than ever to them.
 
This is an intriguing question for me. Generally, on everything else I literally do not care about what other people think. I long ago realized if I talk about my dreams, goals, and aspirations they would mock me, or secretly hope for my downfall… and when we talk about goals our minds engage in an odd way, they get pleasure from that with almost as much pleasure as actually accomplishing our goal. So, I don’t talk about things because I don’t really care about what others think. I just do what I feel is right and move forward knowing there will be detractors anyway. It sounds arrogant, but I just don’t let others stop me from my goals.

But with this side of me?

Yes it falls into me seldom saying anything, but more so, for some reason I do care about being found out.

With the man I am with, I don’t really care what I might look like, if the act might be a little kinky or not, or if it means doing so for quite a while, I want them to be pleased. But while embarrassment only happens if you care, I admit I would be ashamed and embarrassed if it was found out what I do.
 
This is an intriguing question for me. Generally, on everything else I literally do not care about what other people think. I long ago realized if I talk about my dreams, goals, and aspirations they would mock me, or secretly hope for my downfall… and when we talk about goals our minds engage in an odd way, they get pleasure from that with almost as much pleasure as actually accomplishing our goal. So, I don’t talk about things because I don’t really care about what others think. I just do what I feel is right and move forward knowing there will be detractors anyway. It sounds arrogant, but I just don’t let others stop me from my goals.

But with this side of me?

Yes it falls into me seldom saying anything, but more so, for some reason I do care about being found out.

With the man I am with, I don’t really care what I might look like, if the act might be a little kinky or not, or if it means doing so for quite a while, I want them to be pleased. But while embarrassment only happens if you care, I admit I would be ashamed and embarrassed if it was found out what I do.
At some point I stopped caring what people thought of me. I never claimed not to care when that's not how I felt. I don't share much with people because in a way it's like gossiping about myself. They're not really interested in my success or goals or failures - except as material to share with others. I think to not care or to be indifferent/immune t o others' thoughts is an upside to aging
 
My wife inadvertently outed me as gay and trans to my family….while it’s definitely horrifying and awkward enducing a big part of me is thankful for it so that I may be myself.
 
I don't know about being outed, but maybe an open secret. And it kind of is because I go to munches, and all of them can see my profile. I think if I was still in San Francisco it would be much more of a wider open secret. I've been to Folsom Fair plenty of times, but I had a mask on. I suppose anyone that really knew me would know it was me, but I haven't seen myself on the internet anywhere, except where I post myself.
 
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