It's been awhile since I've posted to this forum. I don't know why I feel I want to on this issue I'm having, I suppose I just want to put my thoughts and feelings into words, to read them for myself, a catharsis if I may.
Last night, as I was enjoying myself with a group of friends and some acquaintances, indulging in some friendly banter with a friend I don't see often, she abruptly states that her mother has the impression I am gay quite loudly in the vicinity of almost everyone present. For your information, I am not out. I have never made any definitive statements concerning my sexuality to my friends, not because I fear their judgement or their misunderstanding, we have discussed sexuality before and I have made it clear to them I do not agree with labels and that attraction for me is fluid, but they would accept and support me regardless, whatever conclusion they or I come to about me. Now understand, my attraction is stronger toward guys (this I have never stated to anyone), but I do not feel it is a limit to my sexuality where girls might be concerned. To them, I'm just the guy who has never shown an open interest in anyone for as long as they have known me, and this is in part due to shyness and self-confidence problem I have.
Anyway, my instant reaction was to deny right out that I am gay. But on the inside I had a deep feeling of shame and embarrassment. As I said, I have discussed my thoughts and feelings with my friends, who were with us, but there were also people there who I identify as acquaintances. As a consequence of the terrible, unfortunate sufferings of gay people wrought upon them by hateful, stupid people and bigots I suppose I am wary as to who I disclose my feelings. And for a moment, the whole room seemed to point the question at me. I denied it over and over again. I felt ashamed and guilty, afterward I excused myself for the remainder of the night.
Now, I am a person who advocates equality and fairness for all, and believes that no one should feel ashamed of who they are, and to hell with anyone who doesn't agree. I will argue and debate anyone who thinks otherwise and will not give them an inch of ground for their invalid arguments for taking the life, liberty, and happiness from anyone who has the right to live their own lives. Last night I proved myself a hypocrite and, dare I admit it, a self-hater. Why does it sting me to think that someone thinks I am gay when I have not told them so or feel that I have given them any reason to think such? Why should it matter when I whole-heartedly believe there is nothing wrong with being gay? Have I been lying to myself, somehow trying to allay my own doubts? This makes me confused and sad and angry as well. I am every color of negative emotion today.
It troubles me to think that people see through a persona I try hard to maintain. I don't try to act feminine, not because I have anything against feminine, in fact, a gay friend of ours was there and he leaves no doubt as to his orientation and I love and respect him for being himself, but because that is not me. I am not attracted to feminine gay guys, and I do not wish to be perceived as such. I just don't know what it is about me that people thinks that I am gay upon their first impressions of me. Granted, I am physically small (working on that), with a pitchier voice, and manners not typical of heterosexual guys (I'm nice, maybe too nice sometimes, and respectful), but nothing in the vein of waving rainbows, blasting Lady Gaga either. I like to be considered masculine, because that is what I am attracted to.
How can these differences between what I believe and how I feel manifest so cruelly within me casting doubt on my own awareness, convictions, and values? How am I ever going to find someone (which is a big issue for me at the moment) if I can't even be comfortable with who I am? Or be true to my friends and others who I tell to be true to themselves when I can't even admit that part of me? I can't even admit it to myself! What is my issue that I can't define with my homosexuality that is impeding me from accepting who I am, and leaves me feeling ashamed and guilty? Is it a childish reaction to having been called out for his sad attempt at hiding his fault? Is it a cowardly recoil to the fear of being judged and persecuted by others? I thought I was stronger than that. It leaves me with more doubt, and right now I do not feel that this doubt is the beginning of faith in a better understanding of just exactly who I am or the person I wish to fulfill.
Last night, as I was enjoying myself with a group of friends and some acquaintances, indulging in some friendly banter with a friend I don't see often, she abruptly states that her mother has the impression I am gay quite loudly in the vicinity of almost everyone present. For your information, I am not out. I have never made any definitive statements concerning my sexuality to my friends, not because I fear their judgement or their misunderstanding, we have discussed sexuality before and I have made it clear to them I do not agree with labels and that attraction for me is fluid, but they would accept and support me regardless, whatever conclusion they or I come to about me. Now understand, my attraction is stronger toward guys (this I have never stated to anyone), but I do not feel it is a limit to my sexuality where girls might be concerned. To them, I'm just the guy who has never shown an open interest in anyone for as long as they have known me, and this is in part due to shyness and self-confidence problem I have.
Anyway, my instant reaction was to deny right out that I am gay. But on the inside I had a deep feeling of shame and embarrassment. As I said, I have discussed my thoughts and feelings with my friends, who were with us, but there were also people there who I identify as acquaintances. As a consequence of the terrible, unfortunate sufferings of gay people wrought upon them by hateful, stupid people and bigots I suppose I am wary as to who I disclose my feelings. And for a moment, the whole room seemed to point the question at me. I denied it over and over again. I felt ashamed and guilty, afterward I excused myself for the remainder of the night.
Now, I am a person who advocates equality and fairness for all, and believes that no one should feel ashamed of who they are, and to hell with anyone who doesn't agree. I will argue and debate anyone who thinks otherwise and will not give them an inch of ground for their invalid arguments for taking the life, liberty, and happiness from anyone who has the right to live their own lives. Last night I proved myself a hypocrite and, dare I admit it, a self-hater. Why does it sting me to think that someone thinks I am gay when I have not told them so or feel that I have given them any reason to think such? Why should it matter when I whole-heartedly believe there is nothing wrong with being gay? Have I been lying to myself, somehow trying to allay my own doubts? This makes me confused and sad and angry as well. I am every color of negative emotion today.
It troubles me to think that people see through a persona I try hard to maintain. I don't try to act feminine, not because I have anything against feminine, in fact, a gay friend of ours was there and he leaves no doubt as to his orientation and I love and respect him for being himself, but because that is not me. I am not attracted to feminine gay guys, and I do not wish to be perceived as such. I just don't know what it is about me that people thinks that I am gay upon their first impressions of me. Granted, I am physically small (working on that), with a pitchier voice, and manners not typical of heterosexual guys (I'm nice, maybe too nice sometimes, and respectful), but nothing in the vein of waving rainbows, blasting Lady Gaga either. I like to be considered masculine, because that is what I am attracted to.
How can these differences between what I believe and how I feel manifest so cruelly within me casting doubt on my own awareness, convictions, and values? How am I ever going to find someone (which is a big issue for me at the moment) if I can't even be comfortable with who I am? Or be true to my friends and others who I tell to be true to themselves when I can't even admit that part of me? I can't even admit it to myself! What is my issue that I can't define with my homosexuality that is impeding me from accepting who I am, and leaves me feeling ashamed and guilty? Is it a childish reaction to having been called out for his sad attempt at hiding his fault? Is it a cowardly recoil to the fear of being judged and persecuted by others? I thought I was stronger than that. It leaves me with more doubt, and right now I do not feel that this doubt is the beginning of faith in a better understanding of just exactly who I am or the person I wish to fulfill.










