Things have been great since I "came out," as it were. I've shaved my head, and retired my wig. I've felt better than I have the past four years. I thought I'd be self-conscious, but the only fear I've felt was in the moments before I hit "post" on the lengthy Facebook status that would tell everyone my secret. That itself was scary enough for a lifetime, and the only way I could do it at all was to blast Frozen's "Let It Go," loudly sing along, and in the perfect adrenaline-fueled moment,…