Showing posts with label DUMB FUCK. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DUMB FUCK. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

HOW TO BE GAY, OR NOT

This morning I was lying in bed and listening to NPR (as I'm want to do) when they interviewed David M. Halprin, professor of "sexuality" from the University of Michigan. Although admittedly, slightly hungover, and I'll also admit, I could have taken his opinions the wrong way, it launched me out of bed to write this...

From what I understood, Mr. Halprin was wistfully reminiscing about the "good" old gays of gay culture, when expressing one's sexuality (and thus humanity) was confined to the closet, or defined by secrets/deviance/shitty techno music.

But first, a little history about myself. I didn't come out until the ripe age of 25. I grew up in a affluent, white, male dominated culture, and didn't have any gay friends, or even friends who had gay friends. Thus, I didn't have a reference point to adhere to, or a way to express my sexuality (except in my own private way). 

I understand the reason to cling to gay cultural "signposts", be it speaking a certain way, dressing a certain way or acting a certain way. But what has always been represented gay culture to me growing up, never appealed to me, nor could I identify with it.

After I came out, and moved back to Chicago proper, I tried my best to assimilate to the urban gay mindset. I went to the Boystown hot spots, hooked up with people I regret and endured horrible music too numerous to list here.  

What I'm getting at, is that I didn't or couldn't really identify with my straight friends, nor could I successfully integrate to the gay culture I was exposed to. You know what's more difficult than coming out? Being rejected outright by the very people that preach acceptance. 

In the past these phrases have been said to me, and etched into my mind:

-"You know this is a gay bar, right?"
-"Honey, you aren't gay, you just want to be."
-"You drink PBR?"

Don't get me wrong. I'm not nailing myself to a cross, and I fully realize that many other gay men have traversed roads FAR rougher then mine. But it still irritates me that gay culture is now too mainstream, or too integrated within the larger world. Wasn't that always the point?

And what's worse, for a lot of people, IT'S NOT THE MAINSTREAM. There are still people afraid of coming out, who are shamed when they do, seeking nothing but a modicum of tolerance. Of comfort. Maybe even love.  

But I can only speak for myself. I'm proud of the man I am. My family, friends and co-workers know I am gay. Perhaps, I, as a white man, have it easier. But that doesn't diminish my own struggle. And I certainly don't need anyone tell me where I do or don't belong, what to listen to or how to appear. 

Homosexuals have made so much progress, that I am infuriated by certain people's reminiscing about "the good old days" when LGBTQ individuals were marginalized, or felt false pride for being "different". ALL people are different. What makes us human is what we have in common. 

At the risk of being redundant, I think we can all agree that what binds us together is the simple, honest and human need to be loved, spiritually, mentally and yes, physically. This doesn't need to be over thought, discussed or written about, or worse...taught


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

TO LAY ME DOWN...

...or rather lay this blog down. I have yet to make a decision, but after blogging all these years, I feel like this is a beginning to grow more than a little stale, hence me infrequent posting as of late. My life just isn't that interesting, although it is slightly, increasingly satisfying - but I doubt that makes for a compelling read.

The other day it occurred to me that it would be more interesting if I crash and burned, and went on some wild meth-fueled/coke binge/bath house orgy; but I had I a quiet weekend concerning myself with getting back to work, sleeping and not spending almost any money. And camping out at the boyfriend's place.

I feel less and less of a need to reflect upon my life within this space, because of 3 reasons:

#1: There seems to be some compulsion to share crazy shit going on in my life, but there isn't any with which to even embellish upon.

#2: Embellish or not, some people seem to re-interpret even the simplest of my posts, and quite frankly I have zero interest in correcting anyone.

#3: When I am being totally, nakedly honest, I get second guessed, mostly indirectly. Or worse, mis-interpreted. Perhaps that is a deficient in my writing skills...

All that being said, and OVER-ALL...I just kinda want to be left alone. The people near to me I trust are all I care for now, and I have a lot of work to do, which does not involve winning popularity contests, or catering to the whims of causal friends, nor catering to the shifting winds.

Parting gift:

PPS - Wish I was that cool.

Friday, February 17, 2012

MY TOLERANCE HAS VANISHED

For the booze, that is. I used to drink like a fucking champion. One time, in band camp...wait, no. But one time I drank a half of whiskey within an hour. John Belushi style. Didn't even bother with a shot glass.

I've gone through periods of soberness, but nothing like now. And although it's because of my totally sober boyfriend, I'm not trying to get better for me, but for me. That being said, when I do drink, I drink like a fish starving for water. Like I used to.

Funny thing is though, I can't hang like I used to. Either it's the slow ageing process, or "maturity", or the legal system (I'm literally not allowed to legally drink) when I do...I'm a FUCKING PUSSY. And coming from a long, long line of heavy drinkers, this is not easy to admit, let alone accept.

Working in a bar hasn't helped, nor has the court ordered outpatient therapy (that I'm still paying off), but the few AA meetings has, actually, brought me some peace of mind. I refuse to believe that I will never have another drink, because I'm sure I will. I just wonder if there is a "right" way to do so.

Probably not.