I had a whole bunch of things to say this morning, but I had to go to work. And now I can't remember most of them.
I also can't remember telling anyone that they had to come out... if I remember correctly, I said that I think people should come out. I still think so... I think it's good for you. I think it will enhance your life and the lives of others. It might cause some discomfort and distress at first, but so do a lot of things that are good for you: I just spent a very uncomfortable and distressing forty minutes on an elliptical machine at the gym, but I think it will get better with practice and that eventually I'll start seeing some rewards.
I don't remember threatening to force people out of the closet, either. And even if I did, I think we're all perfectly aware that I don't have that power. I'm not holding a gun to your head; I don't own a gun, I don't know where you live, I don't know your real name, where you work or go to school... there's nobody I can out you to.
And while I most certainly did say that I think the closet is a place for cowards, that I think people who are afraid to come out are pussies, I'm just stating what I think. Who the hell am I to tell you what to think? I'm just some random bipolar recovering alcoholic drag queen secretary who lives with his Grandmother and hasn't had sex in eleven years. Why do you care what I think?
When people ask me sincere questions about why I am the way I am or why I do the things I do, I try to tell them. I have explained to many straight people about how gay works and how, although you can't imagine it works, it does indeed work... and if they want an illustration I have books and videos to share with them. I have, on this very board, explained a lot about effeminacy and drag to a lot of people who didn't understand it. I have increased understanding and won a certain degree of tolerance for my fellow queens from people who were acting in ignorance.
If I perceive that they're just looking for ammunition to use against me (and many have), I still tell them. Trying to enlighten people is a useful pastime... for even if you don't change their minds, you increase your own understanding. And when I asked for enlightenment, I was sincere. I really would like to understand something that is so alien to me, something I've never experienced, something that looks like cowardice to me because that is what it looks like to me. I would love to be wrong.
I can understand why someone would remain closeted in certain circumstances. Like it's dangerous to your health and safety because of where you live; I would never tell a person in that kind of circumstances that he needs to come out to all and sundry, to proclaim his sexuality in public. I think he should come out to his family, unless he has a reasonable expectation that they will kill him (as has been known to happen). But the general rank-and-file homosexual in the Western world isn't in that situation. Sure, you don't want to get up in drag and walk the streets of Pocatello... but you can surely come out to your mom. Even if she does try to beat you to death, you can probably outrun her.
Or say, for example, that you were still in school and relying on your parents' support to finish your studies so you can become independent... that makes perfect sense to me: why rock the boat before you have a life-jacket on? Would I be inclined to take such a drastic step? I don't know. However, there is a way of looking at that same situation from a different perpective and seeing someone tricking people into paying for his education under a pretense.
I'm not saying one way of looking at it is right and the other wrong, I am saying that I would like to understand the situation better, because it looks a little funky to me. And I'm pointing out what I find funky about it in case you hadn't seen it that way before and want to take some time to think about it. I hope you'd do the same for me.
And one final thing: if I heard a lot of people singing and dancing and writing hymns to how happy they are in their closets, I'd drop the whole argument and stop hassling you. So long as you're happy, knock yourself out. My life isn't perfect, but I'm happy as a pig in shit... if you're happy as a pig in shit, you're doing something right.
But what I do hear from closeted people, though, is a lot of worrying and complaining about how hard it is: how lonely they are having to keep secrets, how they have to watch everything they say and do for fear of being found out; and how us big mean fairies in our gay meccas talk smack about them for doing something we can't understand, how the extreme weirdo drag-queens and leather-freaks make it so much harder for them to come out because they don't want to be associated with us and looked down upon by their family and peers.
That doesn't sound like "Happy" to me. But once again, I would love to be wrong.
Thank you for allowing me to take part in this conversation. I hope I haven't flamed anybody, for that was by no means my intention. I just want to share what I know and learn what you know.