This inspiring story comes to us from Bridget, in West Virginia. Bridget also calls herself The Out Activist, and uses the following as an introduction to her own blog. You can check it out by typing "The Out Activist" into your Facebook search bar.
I never intended to be an activist. I never intended to be gay. Now following up those statements, I think I should explain who I am and how I ended up here.
My name is Bridget. I am 33 years old, married (I use the term loosely and I will explain later), and have two children. I am a white, middle-class, Republican, Christian American living in the coal mining foothills of southern West Virginia. Oh yeah, and I am gay.
West Virginia is a Democratic state by nature. We have the oldest average age of residents in the US. Older than Florida. We have a population of less than 2 million and one of the lowest crime rates. Almost 75% of our state is covered by forest. That probably has something to do with that crime rate fact. 95% of the population is white. 65% of the residents are Protestant, 77% Christian. West Virginia is considered the southern most northern state and the northern most southern state. See, even my state is confused about its identity. These may seem like trivial facts but until eight years ago the most un-normal or out of line thing I did was vote Republican. Then along came a woman. Isn't that how all the good stories start?
I had lived the first 25 years of my life straight. Never even thought twice about it. I don't have some grand coming out story. I wasn't tortured in high school. My parents didn't disown me as a gay teenager. I had never really even thought about the gay community. There certainly are gay people in West Virginia but we don't seem to be as out here as other states. I met Nova, another straight chick, at work one day. I don't know if you can call it love at first sight but it seemed pretty damn close. Within one month we had gently removed the men from out of lives and were dating each other exclusively. Within two months we lived together. Yes, I know that sounds cliché lesbian but that was almost eight years ago and we are still kicking. During that dating time, we experienced hatred. We had our cars keyed, received hate mail, packages on our door step, threatening phone calls, and I even attribute the loss of a job to it. I unfortunately wasn't taking these experiences as a gay education. See, I considered myself an educated person already. I considered my family and friends to be educated as well. I thought these were just small town redneck moments. I didn't realize the prevalence of the hate. I didn't even realize I was about to get a real life education.
In 2004, I came across a website looking for couples to have a holy union ceremony as part of a gay pride event. Nova and I had been together two years. It seemed like it would be a nice display of love to one another. It was about to become a display of love to the country. I think the lack of legal marriage is cheapening the idea of commitment ceremonies. They are everywhere now. That wasn't the case in 2004. This pride event wanted to make a statement. They wanted a couple to show off and parade around. Several couples had stepped up but as the event drew near, fear kicked in, couples dropped out. Last man standing, we ended up becoming the defending voice of gay marriage at that event.
I don't consider protestors romantic. I wanted to hear piano music as I walked down the aisle. I heard banging. I wanted my family standing there for me. I had police officers trying to keep the doors from swinging open at the hands of protestors. I wanted friends taking my picture. I had news cameras. I wanted friends throwing rice. I had hundreds, maybe a thousand welcoming me as an angry mob with signs and shouts. That's the day I met Fred Phelps. If you don't know the name Google it.
In my small town this would have made national news. We weren't in West Virginia. This wasn't a small town. I didn't realize why this was news. People wanted to interview us. We weren't famous. I didn't think we were important. People have weddings every day. Why do I need to go on TV to explain this? I stood in front of the tv cameras. Don't let the emotions over run this. This is not personal. This people spewing hatred do not know me. I am a Christian. They are holding that same Bible I read. Those words aren't in it. Control the anger. Control the tears. I had read the Constitution. I am not breaking any grand law of the land standing here holding the hand of someone I love. Then come the questions. The interviewer wants to provoke me. It makes good ratings. They want a shouting match. What do I do? I defend the protestors. I defend their right to freedom of speech. The whole time I was looking past the camera, through the glass doors that silenced the roar, and right into the face of Fred Phelps. I went on to explain that I was using my freedom of speech and I thought that they should be able to as well. I watched myself on TV that night from our hotel room. Apparently, I was not the only one. The next day strangers came up to me on the street. They thanked me. I showed a rational point of view. I did later come to find out that it wasn't always the case in our community. I discovered that I had a voice. I had a voice and it could have power.
The problem with having a voice is that others can hear it. Excited by what I thought was my 15 minutes of fame, I searched our names on the internet when we returned home. I found us. I even found us on anti-gay websites. When your words are public it gives people the ability to play with them. Words can be twisted. I see it everyday as a gay Christian. The words that I use to love someone are used to hate me. Can I let twisted words be my legacy? Do I really let it end there? There are gay activists out there. There isn't a need for me. Small town kid or some old white guy in a $1000 suit? I am not the face of gay America, or am I?
Life goes on. The moment in the spot light fades. "Real life" kicks in. Normal married life. Well that requires paperwork. Little things kept popping up. Things don't seem this hard for straight couples. Extra effort and phone calls for insurance. Funny looks from the landlord. Tax time is a pain in the ass. Then bigger things starting happening. One of the boys got hurt at a playground. He was bleeding badly. I could see the hospital. Seemed like an easy choice. Stop for a second and take these emotions in. I stood in the E.R. holding a bleeding child who was just denied care because I wasn't his "real" mom. Raising a kid, changing diapers, kissing boo boos, midnight feedings, birthday parties, Christmas morning, and tucking him in a night does not make you a real mom. A piece of paper does. A crack addict, who abandons their kid has more rights than I did. Now I have to make a phone call to the real mom. I broke him but I can't fix him. "Real" mom is a hour away at work. My head was spinning. Maybe it was the room. I was shaking. Bleeding child in one hand. Cell phone in the other. Tears running down my cheek. How can I comfort a crying child? I could not comfort myself. I did feel a sense of relief when I knocked on the triage nurse's window, handed her my cell phone and explained that it was for her. I don't remember the words that were said. I heard them. Hell, I heard them through the glass window, I just don't remember. I do remember that the door opened and they fixed the boo boo. I also remember that I had just been shown my place in the world. I was just the other gay parent. That is equal to being a roommate.
I don't want to say that it is unfortunate but I also cannot say that I am grateful. This is my path in life. I was reminded more than once that I am just a roommate. My wife isn't in the best of health. When you are sick, when you are scared you need your family by your side. Family. Seems like an easy concept but that was another day that I was shown just how powerful a piece of paper can be. A piece of paper that I didn't have. Family only in the room. Roommates are not family. Next of kin? Mother. A mother several states away. A mother that she didn't speak to. A mother that didn't know her medical history. A mother who wouldn't even waste a drive to see her daughter even if it might be the last time. I saw the wrong side of closed hospital doors too many times. I cried alone in hospital hallways too many times.
I am smart. I am educated (those are two different things). Why didn't I know about the problems that faced a gay couple? I shared my experiences with my friends and family. They are also educated, smart people. They happen to be straight. They didn't believe what problems I faced. A lot of people, myself included at that time, thought that gay activist were fighting for special rights. I don't believe that the gay community needs special rights. What I realized was that we were fighting for equal rights. I didn't know this was a fight that I needed to be in. Neither did my friends. You can't fix a problem if you don't even know that it is there. Now I want people to know there is a problem. I want to be part of that solution. I want my friends and family to be part of that solution. I want complete strangers to be a part of that solution.
For years now I have been posting stuff on Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, whatever blog of the day about gay rights. I just want people to know. I call my congressman. I call my President. Hell, I've tried to call the presidents of other countries too. I send emails. I forward stories. I now have those oh so important pieces of paper. I have a bunch of them. Hospital doors are no longer closed in my face. I want to help others with those same steps. It loses its sincerity when you see a post that I just received an email from the President and the next post is that I leveled up on Farmville. I never had the time to devote to a page just for LGBT stuff. God fixed that for me. I recently was hurt. It was bad enough that my body wasn't able to work. That didn't do much for my mind. Sitting at home with a TV remote, a dog, and a bottle of pain pills didn't occupy the hours between doctor appointments. So here I am. I can't promise that once the doctors fix whatever bone I broke or muscle I tore that I will be able to post 20 times a day. But I do promise that I will not stop fighting. I will not stop being that rational voice. I found my voice. I will use it to speak up for those who can't speak up for themselves. I just ask that you take that journey with me.
-Bridget
Thanks Bridget! If anyone else would like to participate in the Gay in the Life Project, email your story to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com, along with your first name or pen name, age, location, and/or any other information that you’d like posted to introduce yourself. All contact information will remain private and confidential.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sound Familiar?
An LDS Ad Campaign to Counter Mormon Stereotypes
According to news sources, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints has begun a television campaign to reach out to the American people, many of whom have reportedly never met a Mormon. The campaign aims at breaking down stereotypes of Mormons as stiff right-wing religious fanatics by providing snapshots of the lives of real Mormons to show that they’re not so different from everyone else after all.
Sound familiar, folks?
I won’t go so far as to say that the Mormons stole my idea, but in an effort to address the same problem, they certainly came up with the same solution. I started this blog as a space where real live Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Questioning individuals could share insights into their lives. I believe that this is the best way to counter the stereotypes that so often spark judgments about us that don’t really address us as people.
The I'm a Mormon Campaign currently contains over twenty videos of normal people—couples, artists, athletes—comfortable with talking about who they are and what they do on a daily basis that makes them unique and worthy of acceptance. “It’s time to reintroduce ourselves,” say leaders of the campaign. I never thought I’d say this, but there is one area where the Mormons and I agree. People can’t really understand and appreciate you if all they have to know you by is an overblown cliché.
I’ve been calling out to all of you help drive this effort forward, one story at a time. If you have any interest in changing the minds of those around you, please participate in this project by emailing your LGBTQ in the Life story to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com. Here you have a chance to show the world the real you.
C’mon. Introduce yourself.
If you would like to participate in the Gay in the Life Project, email your story to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com, along with your fist name or pen name, age, location, and/or any other information that you’d like posted to introduce yourself. Include a title that begins, "A Gay (Lesbian, Bi, Trans, Questioning) in the Life of..." All contact information will remain private and confidential.
According to news sources, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints has begun a television campaign to reach out to the American people, many of whom have reportedly never met a Mormon. The campaign aims at breaking down stereotypes of Mormons as stiff right-wing religious fanatics by providing snapshots of the lives of real Mormons to show that they’re not so different from everyone else after all.
Sound familiar, folks?
I won’t go so far as to say that the Mormons stole my idea, but in an effort to address the same problem, they certainly came up with the same solution. I started this blog as a space where real live Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Questioning individuals could share insights into their lives. I believe that this is the best way to counter the stereotypes that so often spark judgments about us that don’t really address us as people.
The I'm a Mormon Campaign currently contains over twenty videos of normal people—couples, artists, athletes—comfortable with talking about who they are and what they do on a daily basis that makes them unique and worthy of acceptance. “It’s time to reintroduce ourselves,” say leaders of the campaign. I never thought I’d say this, but there is one area where the Mormons and I agree. People can’t really understand and appreciate you if all they have to know you by is an overblown cliché.
I’ve been calling out to all of you help drive this effort forward, one story at a time. If you have any interest in changing the minds of those around you, please participate in this project by emailing your LGBTQ in the Life story to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com. Here you have a chance to show the world the real you.
C’mon. Introduce yourself.
If you would like to participate in the Gay in the Life Project, email your story to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com, along with your fist name or pen name, age, location, and/or any other information that you’d like posted to introduce yourself. Include a title that begins, "A Gay (Lesbian, Bi, Trans, Questioning) in the Life of..." All contact information will remain private and confidential.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
A Gay in the Life of a Witness to History
Hey Everyone,
No doubt you've heard the good news about yesterday's ruling against Proposition 8 in California! For the first time, a federal judge has struck down a ban on same-sex marriage. The decision is certain to be appealed, but our community can celebrate a victory and express our hope that things will continue to go well at this new level.
Each of us is watching history be made as the months pass and daily strides are made in the movement for the rights of LGBTQ citizens.
What are your thoughts on the movement, on our recent successes in marriage cases, hate crimes legislation, and Don't Ask, Don't Tell?
How do feel toward those who oppose this progress, about the people, their motives, and their arguments?
And what's it feel like to be part of a generation that is witnessing strides that no one would have dreamed of fifty years ago? The seeds that the Stonewall generation planted are finally maturing. We're watching it, and some of us are even taking part. For one thing, LGBTQ people have finally found their voice, the ability to express themselves and be recognized. Take advantage and participate in the Gay in the Life Project. Tell your story today!
UPDATE: People have already begun posting their thoughts on Facebook, so here they are!
I come from Iowa originally, so when we gained our rights last year, I was overwhelmed with sense of community, unity, and overall joy for my friends who have waited for so long to be considered one with their partners. Now, living in Nebraska, I'm back to watching people suffer for the stubborn, misguided opinions of others. As for the opposition, I feel nothing but pity for them and their families. They know nothing about what its like to actually live life the way we do. They dislike what they don't understand and try to make us conform so they feel more secure in their world, but what they need to understand is that everyone (gay, straight, or otherwise) is different. Nobody will ever understand everybody and that's the way it ought to be. My name is Kris. I'm 21 and the father of an amazing baby boy. I am proudly gay and will fight in whatever way I can to be considered equal. [Posted to the Facebook page for The Gay in the Life Project on 8/5/10]
No doubt you've heard the good news about yesterday's ruling against Proposition 8 in California! For the first time, a federal judge has struck down a ban on same-sex marriage. The decision is certain to be appealed, but our community can celebrate a victory and express our hope that things will continue to go well at this new level.
Each of us is watching history be made as the months pass and daily strides are made in the movement for the rights of LGBTQ citizens.
What are your thoughts on the movement, on our recent successes in marriage cases, hate crimes legislation, and Don't Ask, Don't Tell?
How do feel toward those who oppose this progress, about the people, their motives, and their arguments?
And what's it feel like to be part of a generation that is witnessing strides that no one would have dreamed of fifty years ago? The seeds that the Stonewall generation planted are finally maturing. We're watching it, and some of us are even taking part. For one thing, LGBTQ people have finally found their voice, the ability to express themselves and be recognized. Take advantage and participate in the Gay in the Life Project. Tell your story today!
UPDATE: People have already begun posting their thoughts on Facebook, so here they are!
I come from Iowa originally, so when we gained our rights last year, I was overwhelmed with sense of community, unity, and overall joy for my friends who have waited for so long to be considered one with their partners. Now, living in Nebraska, I'm back to watching people suffer for the stubborn, misguided opinions of others. As for the opposition, I feel nothing but pity for them and their families. They know nothing about what its like to actually live life the way we do. They dislike what they don't understand and try to make us conform so they feel more secure in their world, but what they need to understand is that everyone (gay, straight, or otherwise) is different. Nobody will ever understand everybody and that's the way it ought to be. My name is Kris. I'm 21 and the father of an amazing baby boy. I am proudly gay and will fight in whatever way I can to be considered equal. [Posted to the Facebook page for The Gay in the Life Project on 8/5/10]
Sunday, July 11, 2010
A Quick Note on Censorship
I thought between postings I’d take a moment to address a comment made by a recent contributor regarding the possibility of my editing a submission. The writer ended his story with some opinions and encouragement to readers, but noted in his introduction that I could delete that part if I disagreed with any of it. As it happened, I agreed perfectly, but I think I should say that even if I hadn’t, I would not have deleted anything.
This blog is not about me and my opinions. It’s about everyone, all of you who read and submit. I’m not trying to push any agenda here, just to provide a space where everyone can share their story and get whatever they might get out of reading the stories of others. If I happen to get a story that expresses an opinion I disagree with, I would never censor it in any way, and I would not let that part of it stop me from posting it. You each have the right to share your story in the way that you want to, and it would be contrary to my purpose here to interfere with that.
So, it may come about through this that conflicting views are expressed here, but that will happen in any open forum, and it is not a bad thing. That is how discussion and debate get started, with the free exchange of ideas. If there is any disagreement, feel free to express it by email or by leaving comments, and as long as debate remains respectful, I honestly have no objection. In fact, there may even be cause to welcome debate if it results in further exploration of important issues or greater support for those of us readers and contributors that need it.
I just thought I should assure you all that I would never edit your submissions for content in that way. I promise, the most I’ll do is correct typos and punctuation errors so that we can understand each other better. That’s all.
I hope concern about censorship of any kind hasn’t deterred anyone from contributing, but if it has, rest assured that the integrity of your story is safe and that all of your opinions are valued.
Thank you.
If you would like to participate in the Gay in the Life Project, email your story (about 1000 words) to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com, along with your fist name or pen name, age, location, and/or any other information that you’d like posted to introduce yourself. Include a title that begins, "A Gay (Lesbian, Bi, Trans, Questioning) in the Life of..." All contact information will remain private and confidential.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
A Gay in the Life of an Africa-Obsessed Undergrad
Bianca, 18, Pittsburgh, PA—"college student and blogger, activist, waitress, and other stuff."
I’m into labels. But probably not the ones you’re used to. Senegal. Guinea-Bissau, Mauritius. Labels are points on a map. A big, rainbow map with Africa smack dab in the middle of it.
Ok, enough abstract (it’s the writer in me, I can’t help it!)—I’m almost 19, going to be a junior at my undergrad university, majoring in International Studies. That’s the brief I give to most people I meet. If you poke around a little further, you’ll find that I’m also queer (in my case, attracted to men and women romantically, but only women sexually) and in a long-term, committed relationship with the most beautiful woman in the world- whom I am moving in with in exactly 1 month, 8 days, 6 hours and 49 minutes (but who’s counting?).
Look even deeper and you’ll find that I am hopelessly in love with the continent of Africa—the distinctive red dirt, the incredibly friendly, giving people, the intense, spicy food, and the rich and complex history of a continent I’ve never been to. I’m headed to Kenya this coming January and I am scared out of my mind. I don’t know about all of you, but the last time I checked, Africa wasn’t terribly fond of queers. It is one of the most religious areas of the world, and that religious influence has imbedded a strong distaste for same-sex relations. So here I am, caught between two things I really love: rainbows and Africa.
When I first “figured out” that I was gay, I was about to enter 10th grade- it was July and I was at a student leadership conference for Family, Career, and Community Leaders of America, fulfilling my presidential duties. Over the course of that week, I wrote successive [journal] entries detailing my progression into gayness- “I’m 20% sure I’m bisexual, I’m 50% sure…” Of course, this identity has evolved over the years as I figured out that I didn’t really feel attracted sexually to men, but process was a good one in my opinion. It let me gradually come to accept myself and my identity. And when I wasn’t sure, I could always hang on to that last 10% or so.
But anyways…. I came out 3 months later to my mom and only a short while after that to all of my friends. I pretty much haven’t looked back. I am one of those people who wants everyone to see the whole me, the genuine me—the often crazy, impulsive, and not completely rational me. I am obsessed with authenticity, and the idea of hiding an integral part of myself, whether that’s my love of sushi or my sexual orientation (and trust me, they’re both integral), is almost completely intolerable. It hurts my soul.
So what worries me is the prospect of living my entire “Africa life” as a closeted queer. I know in my head that I can never be out in Africa if I want to be safe. There are beatings, curative rapes, and even murders across the continent for being gay. You do not walk down the streets of Mombasa with your rainbow beads on. But what is more worrisome…I’m not sure I can even pretend to be straight anymore.
I have life pretty easy. I have a very feminine figure and a strong, but classical womanly face. If I grow my hair out, the impression only grows stronger that I am a typical, straight female. (I do not, however, know if this translates in Africa, where women often shave their heads to combat the heat and have very different facial structures than in the US) Nonetheless, my mannerisms, my vocabulary, and my typical conversational topics have a distinctly queer spin to them. I write a blog about LGBT teen issues—http://www.foreverthequeerestkids.wordpress.com/—which I talk about obsessively; I am heavily involved in LGBT groups on my college campus, and I am relatively up-to-date on the latest developments in gay news and politics. These things are integral to how I conduct my every day life. I don’t know if I am CAPABLE of erasing them from my everyday functioning.
Right now, I’m choosing not to worry about it. My bigger issues are finding a Swahili tutor and an apartment for the coming year. I’m certain that no matter the price, I have to be in Africa, and heck, I’ve put my study abroad deposit down, so there’s no turning back. I’ll figure it out. And maybe, just maybe, there’ll be a place in Africa for a queer undergrad who just wants to understand and be understood. But I’ll never know unless I look for it.
If you would like to participate in the Gay in the Life Project, email your story (about 1000 words) to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com, along with your fist name or pen name, age, location, and/or any other information that you’d like posted to introduce yourself. Include a title that begins, "A Gay (Lesbian, Bi, Trans, Questioning) in the Life of..." All contact information will remain private and confidential.
I’m into labels. But probably not the ones you’re used to. Senegal. Guinea-Bissau, Mauritius. Labels are points on a map. A big, rainbow map with Africa smack dab in the middle of it.
Ok, enough abstract (it’s the writer in me, I can’t help it!)—I’m almost 19, going to be a junior at my undergrad university, majoring in International Studies. That’s the brief I give to most people I meet. If you poke around a little further, you’ll find that I’m also queer (in my case, attracted to men and women romantically, but only women sexually) and in a long-term, committed relationship with the most beautiful woman in the world- whom I am moving in with in exactly 1 month, 8 days, 6 hours and 49 minutes (but who’s counting?).
Look even deeper and you’ll find that I am hopelessly in love with the continent of Africa—the distinctive red dirt, the incredibly friendly, giving people, the intense, spicy food, and the rich and complex history of a continent I’ve never been to. I’m headed to Kenya this coming January and I am scared out of my mind. I don’t know about all of you, but the last time I checked, Africa wasn’t terribly fond of queers. It is one of the most religious areas of the world, and that religious influence has imbedded a strong distaste for same-sex relations. So here I am, caught between two things I really love: rainbows and Africa.
When I first “figured out” that I was gay, I was about to enter 10th grade- it was July and I was at a student leadership conference for Family, Career, and Community Leaders of America, fulfilling my presidential duties. Over the course of that week, I wrote successive [journal] entries detailing my progression into gayness- “I’m 20% sure I’m bisexual, I’m 50% sure…” Of course, this identity has evolved over the years as I figured out that I didn’t really feel attracted sexually to men, but process was a good one in my opinion. It let me gradually come to accept myself and my identity. And when I wasn’t sure, I could always hang on to that last 10% or so.
But anyways…. I came out 3 months later to my mom and only a short while after that to all of my friends. I pretty much haven’t looked back. I am one of those people who wants everyone to see the whole me, the genuine me—the often crazy, impulsive, and not completely rational me. I am obsessed with authenticity, and the idea of hiding an integral part of myself, whether that’s my love of sushi or my sexual orientation (and trust me, they’re both integral), is almost completely intolerable. It hurts my soul.
So what worries me is the prospect of living my entire “Africa life” as a closeted queer. I know in my head that I can never be out in Africa if I want to be safe. There are beatings, curative rapes, and even murders across the continent for being gay. You do not walk down the streets of Mombasa with your rainbow beads on. But what is more worrisome…I’m not sure I can even pretend to be straight anymore.
I have life pretty easy. I have a very feminine figure and a strong, but classical womanly face. If I grow my hair out, the impression only grows stronger that I am a typical, straight female. (I do not, however, know if this translates in Africa, where women often shave their heads to combat the heat and have very different facial structures than in the US) Nonetheless, my mannerisms, my vocabulary, and my typical conversational topics have a distinctly queer spin to them. I write a blog about LGBT teen issues—http://www.foreverthequeerestkids.wordpress.com/—which I talk about obsessively; I am heavily involved in LGBT groups on my college campus, and I am relatively up-to-date on the latest developments in gay news and politics. These things are integral to how I conduct my every day life. I don’t know if I am CAPABLE of erasing them from my everyday functioning.
Right now, I’m choosing not to worry about it. My bigger issues are finding a Swahili tutor and an apartment for the coming year. I’m certain that no matter the price, I have to be in Africa, and heck, I’ve put my study abroad deposit down, so there’s no turning back. I’ll figure it out. And maybe, just maybe, there’ll be a place in Africa for a queer undergrad who just wants to understand and be understood. But I’ll never know unless I look for it.
If you would like to participate in the Gay in the Life Project, email your story (about 1000 words) to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com, along with your fist name or pen name, age, location, and/or any other information that you’d like posted to introduce yourself. Include a title that begins, "A Gay (Lesbian, Bi, Trans, Questioning) in the Life of..." All contact information will remain private and confidential.
Monday, June 28, 2010
A Gay in the Life of a "Straight" Girl
Sometimes I wish I had “I swear, I like girls!” tattooed on my forehead. Maybe then I would actually get asked out by a girl. Even when I go out to a gay bar or club the girls there assume I’m straight. I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve had to tell a fellow lesbian that I play for their team over a few drinks. I guess that has something to do with the fact that I usually go out with my two straight best friends, and the three of us look like a small crew of girls that decided to go dancing without having to deal with disrespectful guys. Or perhaps that we’ve left our boyfriends at home and are having a girls night. Either way, they’re straight but I’m not!
I didn’t always have this problem you see, it started after I graduated high school. I grew up in a very small, conservative town so I stayed deep inside the closet and had boyfriends all throughout high school (However, I wasn’t that great at faking straight because I’m still a gold star lesbian). After I graduated, though, with the support of one of my amazing best friends I came out and in the long run it made me MUCH happier with myself and with life in general.
With my new found happiness came a new found drive to take pride in my appearance and I upgraded my wardrobe with brighter colors, low cut tops, skirts, dresses, etc. It’s not that I didn’t care what I looked like before I came out, it’s just that I didn’t take the extra time to look ‘cute’ and/or ‘sexy’. When I was in the closet I was incredibly depressed and self-loathing and I pretty much just threw on a t-shirt and jeans and called it good. Now, on the other hand, I love rifling through my closet and trying on several different things until I find the perfect outfit for the moment. I guess the best way to describe it is when I came out after graduating high school, I found myself in more ways than one.
In a way it’s a curse and a blessing really, being gay but “looking” straight. It’s a blessing because I love meeting new people and challenging their views on what they expect a lesbian to look like. Usually when I tell them I’m gay they don’t believe me at first, but after they think about it for a few moments they laugh and say it makes sense. And usually then they’ll start asking me all of these questions about what it’s like to be gay, how I knew, what’s my type, and the list just goes on. I love having that conversation with people, because I feel like it’s something small I can do to help change people’s negative views towards homosexuality. I can show them that I’m no different than they are; I’m just a person trying to find love.
It’s a curse, however, because it’s hard for me to date girls. My first relationship with a girl lasted years, about 5 on and off (you know how it goes). The off parts being no longer than a month or two. Since then, I’ve dated one girl and it wasn’t for very long. That was partially due to obvious reasons, but it was also because between the two of them I had only been asked out by guys.
Throughout college I participated in a few of the LGBT events on campus, and I’ve even made a few friends with some of the people that work for the center at the university I attended. I never felt like I fit in completely though, because although I know what it feels like to be in a minority, I know it in a different way. I know that I’m gay, but it isn’t so obvious to others and therefore people project heterosexuality on me and treat me like I’m one of the majority. It’s a weird place to be in.
Now that I’m a college graduate and in that limbo stage between undergraduate and graduate studies I feel like my “straight” lesbianism is at its peak. It’s pride month and I’ve been wearing a rainbow bracelet on my wrist when I go out to gay and straight bars alike. The guys are still on the prowl buying me drinks and asking me when I’m free. Where are my ladies at? I'm afraid of needles and would rather not get that ink on my forehead.
- Not straight from California
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I didn’t always have this problem you see, it started after I graduated high school. I grew up in a very small, conservative town so I stayed deep inside the closet and had boyfriends all throughout high school (However, I wasn’t that great at faking straight because I’m still a gold star lesbian). After I graduated, though, with the support of one of my amazing best friends I came out and in the long run it made me MUCH happier with myself and with life in general.
With my new found happiness came a new found drive to take pride in my appearance and I upgraded my wardrobe with brighter colors, low cut tops, skirts, dresses, etc. It’s not that I didn’t care what I looked like before I came out, it’s just that I didn’t take the extra time to look ‘cute’ and/or ‘sexy’. When I was in the closet I was incredibly depressed and self-loathing and I pretty much just threw on a t-shirt and jeans and called it good. Now, on the other hand, I love rifling through my closet and trying on several different things until I find the perfect outfit for the moment. I guess the best way to describe it is when I came out after graduating high school, I found myself in more ways than one.
In a way it’s a curse and a blessing really, being gay but “looking” straight. It’s a blessing because I love meeting new people and challenging their views on what they expect a lesbian to look like. Usually when I tell them I’m gay they don’t believe me at first, but after they think about it for a few moments they laugh and say it makes sense. And usually then they’ll start asking me all of these questions about what it’s like to be gay, how I knew, what’s my type, and the list just goes on. I love having that conversation with people, because I feel like it’s something small I can do to help change people’s negative views towards homosexuality. I can show them that I’m no different than they are; I’m just a person trying to find love.
It’s a curse, however, because it’s hard for me to date girls. My first relationship with a girl lasted years, about 5 on and off (you know how it goes). The off parts being no longer than a month or two. Since then, I’ve dated one girl and it wasn’t for very long. That was partially due to obvious reasons, but it was also because between the two of them I had only been asked out by guys.
Throughout college I participated in a few of the LGBT events on campus, and I’ve even made a few friends with some of the people that work for the center at the university I attended. I never felt like I fit in completely though, because although I know what it feels like to be in a minority, I know it in a different way. I know that I’m gay, but it isn’t so obvious to others and therefore people project heterosexuality on me and treat me like I’m one of the majority. It’s a weird place to be in.
Now that I’m a college graduate and in that limbo stage between undergraduate and graduate studies I feel like my “straight” lesbianism is at its peak. It’s pride month and I’ve been wearing a rainbow bracelet on my wrist when I go out to gay and straight bars alike. The guys are still on the prowl buying me drinks and asking me when I’m free. Where are my ladies at? I'm afraid of needles and would rather not get that ink on my forehead.
- Not straight from California
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010
A Gay in the Life of a High School Student
It all started when I was very young… in the 4th/ 5th grade. I gradually came to realize that I had a crush on my best friend. I clearly remember it was this early because we weren’t friends when I moved on to middle school, and he asked me which girls I’ve had crushes on. I lied and told him a few names, while in my head I was thinking, “But I’m attracted to you”.
When I went on to middle school I was struggling with the idea of coming out to my parents eventually… it wasn’t constantly on my mind, but when it was, I was in fear. I lived in a New England town that was very accepting, although we have a Republican majority, but I still constantly asked the question “What if my mom was disappointed in me (I was raised by just my mom)?”, “What if I’m made fun of at school?”, “What will my friends think?”. Eventually I came out to this kid by mistake, quite randomly. I then subsequently came out to a few others, who were really accepting. And that was the first step in the process of coming out.
After this, I decided to tell my mom. It took a lot of courage, and I even roamed the internet for a long time researching different coming out stories. When I finally had the courage, I took my mom aside in her bedroom, closed the door, and confessed it too her. She was extremely supportive, which I realize is lucky, and I’m thankful for her.
The next step was telling my step-dad, which was easy for me since I had such huge support from my mom. . I had told some of my friends by now, and after a conversation with my best friend at the time, I came out on Facebook to everyone. The response was overwhelmingly positive. Even a self-defined ultra-conservative Roman Catholic student was somewhat accepting. Although he (and his brother) expressed their belief that homosexuality was a choice and a sin, they did not bother me about it and I even occasionally talked with them. In a separate incident much later, another religious conservative expressed his belief that although he disagrees with me being a homosexual, that shouldn't impact our friendship and that Christianity was about accepting others even if you think they are sinful.
Now I’m still in high school, and all of my friends know I’m gay, and none of them have a real problem with it. Yeah, I tend to be extroverted and sometimes straight guys misinterpret me as being attracted to them, but it hasn’t been a lasting issue with any of them.
There was one case where I became attracted to a friend of mine. I took things a little too far, perhaps became a little too flirtatious, but as a result I have established new limits and hold myself to them. He was even really accepting, although he was conservative and does believe homosexuality is a sin. I had a phone conversation about it with him, where we established that we’d keep the distance. Unfortunately, I have probably lost a friend in that area, and although we are on talking terms, he’s expressed his discomfort with hanging out outside of school, and we don’t talk as much anymore. I think that’s a shame, since I thought he was one of the nicest and sincere people I’ve ever met. He adheres to his faith, and is accepting of others even if he disapproves of them, and even though I’m an atheist I respect him a lot.
I have met a few bisexual people and a couple gay/lesbian in my time in high school and elsewhere, and although most of them aren’t interesting to me as friends (there are only about 9 people out in my school besides me, and it seems many of them are full of themselves), I have made good friendships with a couple of them.
I know I’m lucky, but if I had a message for any one still in grade school or high school who is LGBT, I would say to learn to accept yourself for who you are, not only you being LGBT, but also all your flaws and strengths, because THAT is what makes you UNIQUE. Also, it is good to come to terms with yourself and come out to the people you care about, but keep in mind that it is your choice when to come out. Being LGBT is not what defines you… it’s just one part of yourself, and in fact it only defines who you are attracted to or what gender you identify yourself as. As such, don’t feel pressured to tell just everyone. And no that no matter what adversity you face, you are NOT ALONE. There will always be supportive people down the road, who will accept you for who you are.
If you would like to participate in the Gay in the Life Project, email your story (about 1000 words) to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com, along with your fist name or pen name, age, location, and/or any other information that you’d like posted to introduce yourself. Include a title that begins, "A Gay (Lesbian, Bi, Trans, Questioning) in the Life of..." All contact information will remain private and confidential.
When I went on to middle school I was struggling with the idea of coming out to my parents eventually… it wasn’t constantly on my mind, but when it was, I was in fear. I lived in a New England town that was very accepting, although we have a Republican majority, but I still constantly asked the question “What if my mom was disappointed in me (I was raised by just my mom)?”, “What if I’m made fun of at school?”, “What will my friends think?”. Eventually I came out to this kid by mistake, quite randomly. I then subsequently came out to a few others, who were really accepting. And that was the first step in the process of coming out.
After this, I decided to tell my mom. It took a lot of courage, and I even roamed the internet for a long time researching different coming out stories. When I finally had the courage, I took my mom aside in her bedroom, closed the door, and confessed it too her. She was extremely supportive, which I realize is lucky, and I’m thankful for her.
The next step was telling my step-dad, which was easy for me since I had such huge support from my mom. . I had told some of my friends by now, and after a conversation with my best friend at the time, I came out on Facebook to everyone. The response was overwhelmingly positive. Even a self-defined ultra-conservative Roman Catholic student was somewhat accepting. Although he (and his brother) expressed their belief that homosexuality was a choice and a sin, they did not bother me about it and I even occasionally talked with them. In a separate incident much later, another religious conservative expressed his belief that although he disagrees with me being a homosexual, that shouldn't impact our friendship and that Christianity was about accepting others even if you think they are sinful.
Now I’m still in high school, and all of my friends know I’m gay, and none of them have a real problem with it. Yeah, I tend to be extroverted and sometimes straight guys misinterpret me as being attracted to them, but it hasn’t been a lasting issue with any of them.
There was one case where I became attracted to a friend of mine. I took things a little too far, perhaps became a little too flirtatious, but as a result I have established new limits and hold myself to them. He was even really accepting, although he was conservative and does believe homosexuality is a sin. I had a phone conversation about it with him, where we established that we’d keep the distance. Unfortunately, I have probably lost a friend in that area, and although we are on talking terms, he’s expressed his discomfort with hanging out outside of school, and we don’t talk as much anymore. I think that’s a shame, since I thought he was one of the nicest and sincere people I’ve ever met. He adheres to his faith, and is accepting of others even if he disapproves of them, and even though I’m an atheist I respect him a lot.
I have met a few bisexual people and a couple gay/lesbian in my time in high school and elsewhere, and although most of them aren’t interesting to me as friends (there are only about 9 people out in my school besides me, and it seems many of them are full of themselves), I have made good friendships with a couple of them.
I know I’m lucky, but if I had a message for any one still in grade school or high school who is LGBT, I would say to learn to accept yourself for who you are, not only you being LGBT, but also all your flaws and strengths, because THAT is what makes you UNIQUE. Also, it is good to come to terms with yourself and come out to the people you care about, but keep in mind that it is your choice when to come out. Being LGBT is not what defines you… it’s just one part of yourself, and in fact it only defines who you are attracted to or what gender you identify yourself as. As such, don’t feel pressured to tell just everyone. And no that no matter what adversity you face, you are NOT ALONE. There will always be supportive people down the road, who will accept you for who you are.
If you would like to participate in the Gay in the Life Project, email your story (about 1000 words) to gay.in.the.life@gmail.com, along with your fist name or pen name, age, location, and/or any other information that you’d like posted to introduce yourself. Include a title that begins, "A Gay (Lesbian, Bi, Trans, Questioning) in the Life of..." All contact information will remain private and confidential.
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