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I just watched two episodes of Dexter on my laptop and just totally lost it. Without warning. Bawled my eyes out.
I've written elsewhere about the affinity I feel with the Dexter character. I find it so hard to get close to people. With some exceptions (see below) I push people away when it comes to sexual issues. I guess I feel I have this incredibly shameful baggage (arrested development, sexual confusion, sexual inexperience, whatever) which will result in benevolent bemusement at best or alienation and awkwardness and humiliation at worst.
For years I basically lived under a rock, trying to avoid any situation where this stuff might come out. Since then I've become more adept at hiding it and, to a very limited extent, have found people who I have been able to give glimpses of it. I've built up a very active social life and made some good friends.
Some of them are just tactful people who would never pry and never ask me about that stuff. My parents are like that, as well. I don't talk to them about really personal issues but bond with them in other ways.
Some are people who are just emotionally generous and extroverted, they gave of themselves and pushed at the barriers and I just couldn't in good conscience shut them out. These are people I can talk to about personal/relationship stuff. I don't think they really get the baggage and the trust issues, but they like me enough to make an effort. All but one of them are gay and/or bi.
One is a gay guy who I suspect is very similar to me in many ways. Friendly, outgoing, resourceful, all the good things, but I suspect he has massive fears hiding under the surface. We just clicked and I trusted him absolutely. Unfortunately I ended up developing very strong feelings for him - serious enough that I totally saw a relationship with him as desirable and to be worked towards - which he couldn't reciprocate. I suspect that he is a soul mate in important ways and I really want to continue working on that friendship.
So these are great people to know, but none of them are people who I could be in a relationship with or who I have really integrated into the general fabric of my life (although I've gone as far as to invite them to big parties). I try to catch up with them individually in a serious way every couple of weeks over dinner or drinks.
Couple of other random observations/thoughts:
I tried coming out to a couple of people, including my parents. Maybe it was how I did it, but it was like this window opened and closed again. We have never talked about it since and I suspect they are either in denial or think that I am and therefore pretend to be. Since they're in the tactful/non-prying class it hasn't affected our relations.
Truth be told, I am still very scared of coming out to people. The reason (I live in a very metro/gay-friendly environment) is that I'm scared people will expect things to be simple and clear-cut when, to me, it's anything but and involves very vulnerable parts of me. And as I said, I don't feel comfortable talking to most people about that stuff.
There's a guy who somehow got me to just trust him enough to go to bed with him (alcohol also helped). It wasn't a good experience (first time, my trust didn't go far enough to make it enjoyable), we cooled things off, have seen each other socially but never talked about personal stuff since. Crazily enough he invited me on an island marathon/vacation at the end of September, I accepted, we're sharing a twin room. Have no idea what his agenda is or whether he has an agenda. Maybe one of us will open up again. The fact is, my attraction to him may be luke-warm and for various reasons I can't picture myself in a proper relationship with him (maybe that would change if I got to know him better). But we have seen each other naked and he knows my baggage, so that's something.
I know this is all random and disorganised. I'm trying to understand why I burst into tears an hour ago. A guess at some level I still feel very, very alone and blocked up. I would love to be able to totally let go emotionally with someone and let them into my life and to have them want and be able to do the same with me, but it just seems so hard.
I can't go through the normal channels of hook-ups and dating. No-strings-attached sex would interest me about as much as making love to an inflatable doll. With people I meet at parties (girls and most gay guys) it never goes beyond mild flirting because I'm afraid of them discovering my vulnerable spots. If I have the slightest inkling that someone is only interested in getting to know me because they want sex or because they see me as an object of curiosity the trust goes and I shut them out.
I guess what I want to know is: IS THIS OK? Is it OK for me to keep building on what I've already got, will things work out given time? Or have I put up obstacles which are so deep that it'll be really hard to get where I want to go? And if so, how do I remove the obstacles, which I know are in my own head? I spoke to a therapist and he convinced me that my baggage wasn't my fault, it was because of circumstance. But I guess I need to be convinced that others will see it that way too, and will care enough to work through it with me.
I've written elsewhere about the affinity I feel with the Dexter character. I find it so hard to get close to people. With some exceptions (see below) I push people away when it comes to sexual issues. I guess I feel I have this incredibly shameful baggage (arrested development, sexual confusion, sexual inexperience, whatever) which will result in benevolent bemusement at best or alienation and awkwardness and humiliation at worst.
For years I basically lived under a rock, trying to avoid any situation where this stuff might come out. Since then I've become more adept at hiding it and, to a very limited extent, have found people who I have been able to give glimpses of it. I've built up a very active social life and made some good friends.
Some of them are just tactful people who would never pry and never ask me about that stuff. My parents are like that, as well. I don't talk to them about really personal issues but bond with them in other ways.
Some are people who are just emotionally generous and extroverted, they gave of themselves and pushed at the barriers and I just couldn't in good conscience shut them out. These are people I can talk to about personal/relationship stuff. I don't think they really get the baggage and the trust issues, but they like me enough to make an effort. All but one of them are gay and/or bi.
One is a gay guy who I suspect is very similar to me in many ways. Friendly, outgoing, resourceful, all the good things, but I suspect he has massive fears hiding under the surface. We just clicked and I trusted him absolutely. Unfortunately I ended up developing very strong feelings for him - serious enough that I totally saw a relationship with him as desirable and to be worked towards - which he couldn't reciprocate. I suspect that he is a soul mate in important ways and I really want to continue working on that friendship.
So these are great people to know, but none of them are people who I could be in a relationship with or who I have really integrated into the general fabric of my life (although I've gone as far as to invite them to big parties). I try to catch up with them individually in a serious way every couple of weeks over dinner or drinks.
Couple of other random observations/thoughts:
I tried coming out to a couple of people, including my parents. Maybe it was how I did it, but it was like this window opened and closed again. We have never talked about it since and I suspect they are either in denial or think that I am and therefore pretend to be. Since they're in the tactful/non-prying class it hasn't affected our relations.
Truth be told, I am still very scared of coming out to people. The reason (I live in a very metro/gay-friendly environment) is that I'm scared people will expect things to be simple and clear-cut when, to me, it's anything but and involves very vulnerable parts of me. And as I said, I don't feel comfortable talking to most people about that stuff.
There's a guy who somehow got me to just trust him enough to go to bed with him (alcohol also helped). It wasn't a good experience (first time, my trust didn't go far enough to make it enjoyable), we cooled things off, have seen each other socially but never talked about personal stuff since. Crazily enough he invited me on an island marathon/vacation at the end of September, I accepted, we're sharing a twin room. Have no idea what his agenda is or whether he has an agenda. Maybe one of us will open up again. The fact is, my attraction to him may be luke-warm and for various reasons I can't picture myself in a proper relationship with him (maybe that would change if I got to know him better). But we have seen each other naked and he knows my baggage, so that's something.
I know this is all random and disorganised. I'm trying to understand why I burst into tears an hour ago. A guess at some level I still feel very, very alone and blocked up. I would love to be able to totally let go emotionally with someone and let them into my life and to have them want and be able to do the same with me, but it just seems so hard.
I can't go through the normal channels of hook-ups and dating. No-strings-attached sex would interest me about as much as making love to an inflatable doll. With people I meet at parties (girls and most gay guys) it never goes beyond mild flirting because I'm afraid of them discovering my vulnerable spots. If I have the slightest inkling that someone is only interested in getting to know me because they want sex or because they see me as an object of curiosity the trust goes and I shut them out.
I guess what I want to know is: IS THIS OK? Is it OK for me to keep building on what I've already got, will things work out given time? Or have I put up obstacles which are so deep that it'll be really hard to get where I want to go? And if so, how do I remove the obstacles, which I know are in my own head? I spoke to a therapist and he convinced me that my baggage wasn't my fault, it was because of circumstance. But I guess I need to be convinced that others will see it that way too, and will care enough to work through it with me.










