For most of my adult life, I've lived as an "Ambiguous gay male".
If you are a heterosexual, for you, the application of that term should be as follows:
"If you don't ask, I won't tell. Nor will I attempt to confirm
the obvious as it exists through your plain of view."
And while I am far from a self loathing closeted gay man, I'm not necessarily out and proud neither. And why should I be? What does the "gay community have to offer a young man of color anyway?" From where I sit, the "gay community" doesn't look all that appealing. Especially if you're a Black American. Even among gay Blacks in America, there is a psychological dysfunction that exist. So how can one find refuge in a broken community? Friendships among gays are forged through the "gay handshake" which means "sex first and we'll take it from there." How is that healthy? Racism is practiced among gay whites as freely as it is among their heterosexual counterparts. And dating and relationships exist only if you believe in unicorns. I'm aware that I may seem bitter and perhaps jaded. But who among you can argue against what has been said? Yes, the holidays are upon us and maybe I'm sick of hearing about how my coworkers will be spending their very HETEROSEXUAL holidays with family and friends. But regardless of my rationale, the gay lifestyle still offers very little in terms of feeling good about yourself, and (ironically) feeling proud of anything "gay".
By the time I caught up on this thread, it appears significant water has passed under the bridge, or if I use your analogy for Soil -- a lot of jizz has fallen on the floor!
In DC, we are about to start the Capital Pride season. While we have activities planned 365 days a year, the emphasis began with Youth Pride and has now featured Trans Pride, Black Pride, and soon the main Pride events. About three years ago I was asked to sit on the Capital Pride Board of Directors and was honored to do so. For so many years, I felt much like you.
While I knew I was gay when I was 12 and had sexual relations with my brother-in-law's nephew until I was 18 and he was 20, the area in which I lived in Michigan was anything but a diverse and welcoming area to anyone that was not heterosexual and white. I had many friends who were Latino, Asian and black but none lived in the part of Michigan that I lived and worked. The only openly gay individuals that I remember were two men who bought a local party store and were flamboyant as all get out. They wore pink speedos to mow the lawn and often did so at lunch time to draw a crowd of the locals who would giggle yet purchase their lunch at the party store the two ran. When they moved, they took out a full page ad in the local newspaper that basically thanked the bigoted citizens for making them filthy rich and able to move to Key West!
My career path of police/fire and later city management often required polygraph tests and the first I remember, one of the questions inquired whether "you are attracted to boys." Fortunately I was not to young boys and I passed the test but I remember sweating over the answer. I and the guy I used to have relations with both married because both of us chose a law enforcement path and we needed to be "straight." We both had two kids (boy and a girl) and we saw each other occasionally in public. I remember in January of 2005 seeing him and asking if he ever thought of us to which he replied "always." We made plans to meet later but in the meantime his annual physical discovered he had a rare leukemia and underwent experimental treatments. His mother worked for me and called me on Monday to drive her to the airport to pick up Pat as he came back from the hospital (she didn't drive and had no idea about the two of us except that we were friends). She called me the night before he was to come home and was crying; Pat had died because the treatments must also have damaged one of his heart valves (which was a known risk). He died of a heart attack and we never saw each other.
My wife and I by this time had been living separate lives under the same roof for about three years because I wanted to stay until both kids were in college (my daughter had two years to go). I did become the angry, dejected person who now had no one I could talk with or share how I was feeling. Heck, other than Pat and the two guys at the party store, I knew of no other gays in the community. Lansing and Grand Rapids were 33 miles away -- one east and one west. Lansing has two gay bars but neither is open much other than weekends and the Grand Rapids bars were located adjacent or in county-owned buildings where I often had to attend meetings on various boards I was appointed to. I stumbled onto JUB and was advised to perhaps go to Chicago (which I did). I knew I was gay; I knew I had to do something about it but what?
I returned home and out of the blue was offered a job in Washington, DC. My kids encouraged me to "go for it" but did not yet know my other issue. The (now) ex wife was not too happy she knew nothing about it until I was leaving on an airplane the following morning. I left the dream life of heteros -- great job, community respect, status, large house on an acre-and-a-half, two kids, a wife. But I was depressed, hoping for a heart attack or, somedays, contemplating suicide. What I desired was what I saw when we went on vacation -- sitting with a young man on the beach in shorts while I caressed his hairy legs and we later went into the hotel and had hot sex (hell, the wife and I hadn't had any for three years and I never cheated other than when I went to Chicago).
I remember coming to DC in June and discovering it was a very gay city. I didn't run down the street screaming "I'm gay, I'm gay" but little by little I opened the door to what was really me. I was actually quite surprised. Our two kids both accepted the fact I was gay and love my husband; they'll soon visit again with our first grand daughter and grandson who is in the hopper. The ex-wife hates my husband because she thinks he broke us up (yes, she's a religious fundie who can't accept although her sister regularly talks with me as do her two kids!)
My first Pride was June 2006 and I had a JUB t-shirt that we were encouraged to wear and post a picture while attending Pride. I went with some friends and remember how freeing it was to be out and seen for who I was. The pride I had in the preceding year with my kids totally accepting as swell as my brothers and sisters all surprised me yet removed an 800 pound guerrilla that had been sitting on my back. As word spread in the town that I managed, I received a number of emails and calls asking why I had not told them; in at least two cases it brought me to tears because I thought the individuals would never understand and, even more, never accept. I discovered along the way that being gay was not a sentence but often led to being able to talk with people and share my story.
As for my sexuality (and it is great btw since the hubby and I both have high sex drives), I feel it is no different. I did not talk about how much my ex-wife and I had sex or how we had sex when with friends or at dinner events; I don't with our gay friends or at events. While I may discuss my coming out, I don't talk about how the hubby and I did it doggie and missionary this morning or how I used a dildo on him yesterday, etc, etc. I also don't want to be known as "Gay Tom" but rather as "Tom" who happens to be gay. I don't think my name tag as a Capital Pride board member has "Gay Tom" nor does anyone else's. If I'm asked, I don't hide or run away from it; but in most circles I am in today -- everything from the Pentagon to federal, state and local government -- it rarely comes up. If it has, it usually is a way for me to talk to them and I have never found myself shunned put out.
I found that being out and proud offered me the opportunity to not only take off the many masks that I had put on over the years -- and which were weighing my head to the ground -- and hold my head high for who and what I am. People who can't stand to see me for who I am often have no value or place in my life anyway; why should I worry about them if I'm happy. It offered me a chance to really talk with relatives, friends, our kids, and even their friends. It offered me a chance to counsel at least four of their friends who were struggling with being gay. I like to think that I am able to return much to the DC community -- not just gay but in other areas. I was asked to sit on at least one national board because I was gay and they were looking at how to promote diversity in emergency services.
So I think coming out is what you make of it. I do realize people as close to me as in Virginia can be fired for simply being gay; the same in Michigan. I have seen people put out of housing or denied rentals because they were gay. But I also see the landscape rapidly changing. Heck, who would have thought I would be married by a Catholic priest (no longer so) and then officiate at his wedding to his long term partner!?!?