what is "gay"?-w/introduction
blueturtle
Registrant
Hello, new guy here.
I've read some posts and their lineages and they have sparked some of my long standing questions. This being my first visit to this site, I am feeling a sense of hope and "gladness" that this exists and has been here for seemingly quite some time for seemingly quite a lot of male survivors. And also some hope (and wariness) in including myself.
What Ive read so far has sounded compassionate, strong, kind and honest. Those are a balance of qualities I've been working to unearth and to bring together in myself. They have seemed more fleeting and fragmented than real or genuine lately- perhaps due to years of the distortion in my perception from the depression and PTSD. They're in here though and they are sufacing more than I am used too, actually. So anyway heres the deal.
Im 38. Ive been concious of being gay and have awknowdged it since 20-. I however have not had a "boyfriend" all this time. I've rarely let myself have sex-with others. And have pretty much kept isolated and to myself most of my last 15 years. Probably classic traits of a "survivor".
I have avoided or loosely orbitted the gay "community" most of these years. Ive not seen or heard much of myself reflected in the community or its individuals so far. Bits here and there but I have such a sense of tribelessness. An outsider of the outsiders
And then theres the memories of the abuse(from a grandfather, uncle and teacher). I "remembered" during a period of time in my mid twenties. Ive varified most of the family stuff by way of a black sheep aunt who exposed all the untold family secrets during a family confrontation I set up- finding out she was abused by her dad/my g-pa also.
Since being back in my home town I have also gone to the school superintendant with what I remembered about the teacher, when I was strong enough, because I found out he was still in the school system.
So where I'm at now and what I'm still struggling with is how the abuse is stil twisted up with being gay in my (sub)mind. I think I'm afraid to let my self BE gay (ie. make friends, fall in love, have lots of sex, fight for human equality, work to end AIDS, watch lots of old musicals and host eclectic theme parties-though mostly its make friends and fall in love). Because I, somewhere in my unreachable unconcious, have concluded it is a reflection or byproduct or worse- a carrying on of the abuse- for me to be gay.
Then to top it all off, theres the going to hell bit. I am spiritually inclined but have tried to squish that down and out also along with my sexuallity. Affraid perhaps to hear more of the damnation and rejection but also disbelieving when I hear love and acceptance. And I have heard this as I tend to lean towards more nonchristian spiritual paths. Somewhere, again submind I think, I got it that God and gay dont go together.
This is more of a novellette than a post. I apologise AND I am grateful if you are still reading.
O.K. with all that said; confusion from the abuse, lack of gay familiars, fear of hell and damn-nation, etc... With all that I still feel theres something deeper and true-er inside connected with the "gayness" thing. That its not just about the sex or sexuallity. That there is something innately important, purposeful, even magical(or"special") about being gay. Its a faint quiet feeling but its there.
So WHAT IS BEING GAY? is it a real thing or just a label weve put to a behavior so we can conveniently quarantine others or ourselves? I would love to hear what other people think or feel about this who also have had this sex abuse in their back ground. What is it that makes you (us) gay?
Trying to figure out if gay is real and God is real seem to be the two main questions my life has banged up against now. And of course how to love myself and others in the face of all the pain. So if you made it this far in the "post" and have found any personal answers to these issues I would love to hear. Again thanks.Keep on truckin' Daniel
I've read some posts and their lineages and they have sparked some of my long standing questions. This being my first visit to this site, I am feeling a sense of hope and "gladness" that this exists and has been here for seemingly quite some time for seemingly quite a lot of male survivors. And also some hope (and wariness) in including myself.
What Ive read so far has sounded compassionate, strong, kind and honest. Those are a balance of qualities I've been working to unearth and to bring together in myself. They have seemed more fleeting and fragmented than real or genuine lately- perhaps due to years of the distortion in my perception from the depression and PTSD. They're in here though and they are sufacing more than I am used too, actually. So anyway heres the deal.
Im 38. Ive been concious of being gay and have awknowdged it since 20-. I however have not had a "boyfriend" all this time. I've rarely let myself have sex-with others. And have pretty much kept isolated and to myself most of my last 15 years. Probably classic traits of a "survivor".
I have avoided or loosely orbitted the gay "community" most of these years. Ive not seen or heard much of myself reflected in the community or its individuals so far. Bits here and there but I have such a sense of tribelessness. An outsider of the outsiders
And then theres the memories of the abuse(from a grandfather, uncle and teacher). I "remembered" during a period of time in my mid twenties. Ive varified most of the family stuff by way of a black sheep aunt who exposed all the untold family secrets during a family confrontation I set up- finding out she was abused by her dad/my g-pa also.
Since being back in my home town I have also gone to the school superintendant with what I remembered about the teacher, when I was strong enough, because I found out he was still in the school system.
So where I'm at now and what I'm still struggling with is how the abuse is stil twisted up with being gay in my (sub)mind. I think I'm afraid to let my self BE gay (ie. make friends, fall in love, have lots of sex, fight for human equality, work to end AIDS, watch lots of old musicals and host eclectic theme parties-though mostly its make friends and fall in love). Because I, somewhere in my unreachable unconcious, have concluded it is a reflection or byproduct or worse- a carrying on of the abuse- for me to be gay.
Then to top it all off, theres the going to hell bit. I am spiritually inclined but have tried to squish that down and out also along with my sexuallity. Affraid perhaps to hear more of the damnation and rejection but also disbelieving when I hear love and acceptance. And I have heard this as I tend to lean towards more nonchristian spiritual paths. Somewhere, again submind I think, I got it that God and gay dont go together.
This is more of a novellette than a post. I apologise AND I am grateful if you are still reading.
O.K. with all that said; confusion from the abuse, lack of gay familiars, fear of hell and damn-nation, etc... With all that I still feel theres something deeper and true-er inside connected with the "gayness" thing. That its not just about the sex or sexuallity. That there is something innately important, purposeful, even magical(or"special") about being gay. Its a faint quiet feeling but its there.
So WHAT IS BEING GAY? is it a real thing or just a label weve put to a behavior so we can conveniently quarantine others or ourselves? I would love to hear what other people think or feel about this who also have had this sex abuse in their back ground. What is it that makes you (us) gay?
Trying to figure out if gay is real and God is real seem to be the two main questions my life has banged up against now. And of course how to love myself and others in the face of all the pain. So if you made it this far in the "post" and have found any personal answers to these issues I would love to hear. Again thanks.Keep on truckin' Daniel