Hi LostCowboy:
I was able to read some of your postings from before. They are very moving. Very triggering sometimes. But they give me a better sense of who you are. For that reason, I promise I will try to go back and read more.
But first, do you mind if I share with you a story? I'm not sure why I want to tell you this. It just seems to fit somehow.
Many years ago, when I lived in California, I knew a wonderful woman from Macau. Actually, two women from Macau (the former Portugese colony off the coast of China). Anyhow they lived in many places including Hong Kong and Brazil. Then my friend came to America. And we all ended up working at the same place. Which is how I knew them.
She was several decades older than me and she liked me to call her "auntie" in the Chinese custom. Well, "Auntie" spoiled me with her fabulous cooking. And I loved to hear her stories of exotic places all around the world.
But there was a side to her that had also been very hurt. A side which had been deeply wounded by some of the people she met along the way. This happened before I knew her, when she first came to America. Apparently her first few friends in America treated her very badly. So even though we liked each other, she was always suspicious of me, afraid that I too was going to treat her wrong. In fact, she often complained to me about "all you Americans" (not even realizing sometimes that she was lumping me into one group).
Well, I thought the world of this woman. But sooner or later, I guess I was bound to say something to cause her offense. And that's what happened. She simply stopped calling me. And I didn't have the energy to try and figure it out any longer. What did I say? What did I do wrong? To this day, I don't know. But whatever it was, I surely didn't mean to injure her feelings. And it's sad because by now she probably passed away, still blaming all the Americans for their thoughtlessness.
What's the moral of this story? When we lump people together for any reason, we don't see the people any more. All we see is one big lump.
So my friend didn't understand that. She didn't understand that Americans were as different as can be. And when I was younger, I didn't understand either that not all men were the same. It was silly when I would lump all straight men together and be afraid of them. Or even to lump all gay men together and think just because we're gay we should have a lot in common. Sometimes we do. Sometimes we don't.
My physical and sexual abuse was at the hands of an older brother who was straight. Sick, twisted, but straight. His desire was only to humiliate me in the worst ways imaginable. And, I'm afraid he found them.
So I guess I'm saying it would be easy to say all straight men are dogs. But they are not. As I am discovering here, some straight men can be really good friends. Like my friend Larry.
But straight or gay, guys are wonderful, dumb, insensitive, sh*theads, cruel, nasty, gentle, etc.
People are people, LostCowboy. And I don't blame you one bit for hating the people who abused you over the years.
But I'm just one man, one gay man, struggling to come to terms with my sexual abuse, same as everyone else.
And I am very glad you are posting here!
Take care,
Jasper
