Esquire0399
Be My Baby...
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Chardius, there are so many more gay nerds out there than anyone might ever realize. The fact is, while many nerds can be pointed out from miles away, I'd be willing to bet that the majority of us are hiding (though perhaps unintentionally) in plain sight, myself included. Here's my story:
Growing up, I had 3 super close friends that I did everything with, meaning we played video games, card games, went to comic book shops, messed around with computers (mostly just me), and not much else. Never once did we consider the fact that we were, according to societal standards, nerds. However, throughout that time, I was also involved in many non-nerdy things, including having played literally every organized sport by the time I was 11. This was pretty much the only time I was away from my buddies.
It wasn't until probably high school that we realized none of us had many friends at all other than each other and that we were in fact about as nerdy as a person could be. Around this time, my mom started pushing me to become more socially "normal," wanting me to make new friends, go to parties, date girls (little did she know
), etc. She was never very accepting of my less-than-mainstream interests or dreams, and absolutely hated my shyness, which ultimately created some very deep issues of insecurity that I still deal with at times. The fact is, my mom was one of those people who knew everyone and did everything when she was younger, as was my dad, and my older sister, and my very-close-in-age cousin, and my dog, and the dust bunny under the refrigerator, etc. It makes sense that she would expect the same from me, but that just wasn't the case and there were many nights that I cried myself to sleep knowing that I could never be what she wanted. At that time I believed even with great grades and other talents, I still couldn't make her proud of me. That made growing up tough, on top of all the emotions and uncertainty I was already feeling towards my then unaccepted sexuality.
I guess the part that confused my mom the most was that, on the surface, not only did I just look like everyone else, I was downright fashionable. My appearance was that of your typical trendy, stylish, self-assured, and maybe even shallow high school kid who played sports, kissed girls (I did kiss one
), and didn't really have much to talk about. And everyone knows that nerdy and fashionable MUST be mutually exclusive, much like nerd and gay. Underneath that exterior however, was that same nerdy and horribly insecure guy who'd rather play video games with his best friends on a Friday night, where he felt safe, than be at a party with people who I couldn't care less about and where he might embarrass himself.
Today, four years after graduating high school 17th in a class of 400 (NERD!), and 12 days before graduating college with a very nerdy Civil Engineering degree (Environmental concentration
), I'm still that same shy, sometimes insecure, gay super nerd with the same super nerd best friends (and a few new ones) and the same stylish and confident exterior, only I've learned to be proud of and embrace every single part of myself; the gay part, the nerdy part, the artistic part, football fan, fashion lover, zombie/sci-fi movie geek, all of it. While none of those pieces are necessarily shaped quite right to make a perfect puzzle, they do make a completely imperfect and very happy Sean (me), and I wouldn't have it any other way.
What I'm saying is, while it may seem that you are alone at times, take comfort in knowing that you are the furthest thing from it. We're humans, not stock TV characters. We can be made up of any combination of qualities (gay and nerdy are my favorite combination) and we're all super awesome because of it.
BTW, don't think that I am bitter towards my mom or anything like that. She's awesome but, like the rest of us, imperfect, and learning as she goes, as proving by her acceptance of my nerdy charm
.
Growing up, I had 3 super close friends that I did everything with, meaning we played video games, card games, went to comic book shops, messed around with computers (mostly just me), and not much else. Never once did we consider the fact that we were, according to societal standards, nerds. However, throughout that time, I was also involved in many non-nerdy things, including having played literally every organized sport by the time I was 11. This was pretty much the only time I was away from my buddies.
It wasn't until probably high school that we realized none of us had many friends at all other than each other and that we were in fact about as nerdy as a person could be. Around this time, my mom started pushing me to become more socially "normal," wanting me to make new friends, go to parties, date girls (little did she know
I guess the part that confused my mom the most was that, on the surface, not only did I just look like everyone else, I was downright fashionable. My appearance was that of your typical trendy, stylish, self-assured, and maybe even shallow high school kid who played sports, kissed girls (I did kiss one
Today, four years after graduating high school 17th in a class of 400 (NERD!), and 12 days before graduating college with a very nerdy Civil Engineering degree (Environmental concentration
), I'm still that same shy, sometimes insecure, gay super nerd with the same super nerd best friends (and a few new ones) and the same stylish and confident exterior, only I've learned to be proud of and embrace every single part of myself; the gay part, the nerdy part, the artistic part, football fan, fashion lover, zombie/sci-fi movie geek, all of it. While none of those pieces are necessarily shaped quite right to make a perfect puzzle, they do make a completely imperfect and very happy Sean (me), and I wouldn't have it any other way.What I'm saying is, while it may seem that you are alone at times, take comfort in knowing that you are the furthest thing from it. We're humans, not stock TV characters. We can be made up of any combination of qualities (gay and nerdy are my favorite combination) and we're all super awesome because of it.
BTW, don't think that I am bitter towards my mom or anything like that. She's awesome but, like the rest of us, imperfect, and learning as she goes, as proving by her acceptance of my nerdy charm










