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The hardest person you'll ever come out to us yourself. I joined this forum as moderator after being asked. Some of my posts were noticed because I think the unfairest thing about being gay is having to figure it out alone and in secret. Over the years I gave said to all who are close to me that I would accomplish a lifetime of work if I could make things easier for one gay person struggling like you are and I did.
I spent a lot of my teen years crying quietly, alone in the bathroom and then forcing myself to laugh do it wouldn't look like I had been crying. This was no small task as we were a family of nine and just had a bath and a half. But I remember crying and then the cover up laughter, which was all in silence.
I didn't want to be different. I wanted to do what I was expected to do. I didn't understand why my older brother's PLAYBOYS did nothing for me.
I was extremely introverted and afraid and didn't know there was another person like me on earth. My family delighted in calling me a sissy, gay still meant happy and fag still referred to a cigarette. Queer was the word I would hear a school, but it was an all-boys Catholic school in the early 60's and pretty civilized and the world was still naive in a lit of places. The guys would sometimes corner me to ask me questions, trying to get a something, but I wasn't sure what. That's when I developed a great wit and sense of humor. I'd say something funny and they'd back off.
I got married to a young woman right after college. We both went to graduate school and we had two children. I thought if my fantasy life grew stronger I'd be able to take "the cure," and get on with life.
I'm not sharing all of this to make your post all about me, but I'm sharing my life story up to the point of how I denied what you are currently feeling because I didn't want to be queer.
You've gotten some advice here to just be yourself and everything will be all right. I can repeat that as well, but by knowing some of my back story you might be able to realize that, like you, I was at my wits end and didn't want to be different. I am proof that it can happen and I'll tell you how it happened to me.
While I was married and beginning to get more curious as to actually wanting sex with another guy instead of just thinking about it and masturbating. I made an appointment to see a therapist. I walked in telling him I was ready for the shock therapy cure. Honest to god! He laughed at me. When I asked him what I was supposed to do, he told me to accept myself. I cried all the way home.
I'm going to stop my story here to interject that your words hit home. We live in a heterosexist society and are expected to be straight. Rather than hearing that gay is the other normal, which we would if we had gay loved ones as part of our family or extended family, we hear something quite different and internalize all that fear and distortion.
Not every gay person encounters self hate, but each one figures out they aren't made to find a female and settle down.
Fortunately after tens of thousands of years of bullshit we happen to be alive in a more enlightened era where same sex couples are a part of society with kids and all. If you are writing from the Western world your government can't take action against you. Entire countries, some of them Catholic countries have legalized gay marriage.
The hurdle now is you. Millions have gone before you under great duress. Thousands and perhaps millions have worked on all of our behalves to bring us where we are today. We can't possibly all like one another, but we fight for one another and we understand one another. I know I am connected somehow to your struggle and now perhaps because you found JUB and received responses you will begin to understand that there is comfort and strength for you in that connection and will serve you in times of dispair like you are facing.
We fags are no sissies. It takes courage to admit we are different and due the same rights and privleges as everyone else. Don't mistake anger at being different with fear to admit that you are.
You will never be alone and you can create a dream of a life for yourself being yourself. I did, so I know that you can.
Welcome to JUB. I and others would welcome private messages.
I spent a lot of my teen years crying quietly, alone in the bathroom and then forcing myself to laugh do it wouldn't look like I had been crying. This was no small task as we were a family of nine and just had a bath and a half. But I remember crying and then the cover up laughter, which was all in silence.
I didn't want to be different. I wanted to do what I was expected to do. I didn't understand why my older brother's PLAYBOYS did nothing for me.
I was extremely introverted and afraid and didn't know there was another person like me on earth. My family delighted in calling me a sissy, gay still meant happy and fag still referred to a cigarette. Queer was the word I would hear a school, but it was an all-boys Catholic school in the early 60's and pretty civilized and the world was still naive in a lit of places. The guys would sometimes corner me to ask me questions, trying to get a something, but I wasn't sure what. That's when I developed a great wit and sense of humor. I'd say something funny and they'd back off.
I got married to a young woman right after college. We both went to graduate school and we had two children. I thought if my fantasy life grew stronger I'd be able to take "the cure," and get on with life.
I'm not sharing all of this to make your post all about me, but I'm sharing my life story up to the point of how I denied what you are currently feeling because I didn't want to be queer.
You've gotten some advice here to just be yourself and everything will be all right. I can repeat that as well, but by knowing some of my back story you might be able to realize that, like you, I was at my wits end and didn't want to be different. I am proof that it can happen and I'll tell you how it happened to me.
While I was married and beginning to get more curious as to actually wanting sex with another guy instead of just thinking about it and masturbating. I made an appointment to see a therapist. I walked in telling him I was ready for the shock therapy cure. Honest to god! He laughed at me. When I asked him what I was supposed to do, he told me to accept myself. I cried all the way home.
I'm going to stop my story here to interject that your words hit home. We live in a heterosexist society and are expected to be straight. Rather than hearing that gay is the other normal, which we would if we had gay loved ones as part of our family or extended family, we hear something quite different and internalize all that fear and distortion.
Not every gay person encounters self hate, but each one figures out they aren't made to find a female and settle down.
Fortunately after tens of thousands of years of bullshit we happen to be alive in a more enlightened era where same sex couples are a part of society with kids and all. If you are writing from the Western world your government can't take action against you. Entire countries, some of them Catholic countries have legalized gay marriage.
The hurdle now is you. Millions have gone before you under great duress. Thousands and perhaps millions have worked on all of our behalves to bring us where we are today. We can't possibly all like one another, but we fight for one another and we understand one another. I know I am connected somehow to your struggle and now perhaps because you found JUB and received responses you will begin to understand that there is comfort and strength for you in that connection and will serve you in times of dispair like you are facing.
We fags are no sissies. It takes courage to admit we are different and due the same rights and privleges as everyone else. Don't mistake anger at being different with fear to admit that you are.
You will never be alone and you can create a dream of a life for yourself being yourself. I did, so I know that you can.
Welcome to JUB. I and others would welcome private messages.




























