Hi, friends and readers:
You never know what you might see when you stroll down to the beach on my island. Sadly, you won’t see naked young men romping about, like the guy at left, but the guys I see still look pretty good in their boardshorts. Ah, life in coastal Florida …
I’ve just returned from Tampa International Airport, where I left my boyfriend for his flight to Minnesota. I was sad to see him go, but we’ll be together in a week, in the wilds of Wisconsin. So, it’s not too bad, plus I have a ton of work to do in my upcoming novel, Convict Ass. Doesn’t that title just reach out and grab you? I have no idea when it will be published; it has a long way to go.
I’m having a bit of a slow day today on the blog. Is that because the stock market dropped 500 points today? Who knows? I mean, 1,300 people have dropped by so far today, but I’ve been averaging about 2,200 per day since I returned from Maine on July 18th. It’s a mystery to me …
My publication on this blog of my short story, Closet Case, has stirred up commentary on the whole process of gay men/boys coming out to their family and friends, as well as their teammates. A young man from Canada, who is far more articulate than me, wrote a statement about coming out that I’ve published once before, last fall. I’m going to re-publish his statement tonight. I think it contains much wisdom, and I want to share it with you. Here it is:
“A lot of you will remember I came out to my parents last Thanksgiving. If you’ve been following me a while you’ll know I’ve been reluctant to talk about it. I tend to internalize things and the actual act of telling my parents was just personally traumatic that I haven’t wanted to go back and relive the events of that night if I can help it. I spent the better part of my teenage years trying to block my parents out of my life, telling them I was going to calculus extra help when I was driving down to visit my boyfriend or lying about who I was hanging out with so they wouldn’t suspect I was gay or straight. November 26th, 2009 I single handedly destroyed that world I had built for them. It was like throwing the engine suddenly into reverse and being honest with them, and myself, was terrifying. I felt exposed but once I started talking to them about it, everything just poured out. All the lies, all the withheld information, all my fears, why I waited so long, how I had felt, how I was sorry.
“I’m not one to cry and I don’t think I’ve cried in front of my parents since I was little, but I couldn’t hold it back or stop myself. It was that kind of awkward cry where you can’t control what noises you make. But what I had done was permanent, there was no going back to the life I had had before. For years I’d lie awake at night and think about the day I would tell them, but once I finally did I realized I’d never thought about what my life would be like after. I was in completely uncharted territory but I wasn’t scared because I had nothing else to lose. I’d bared everything I had, I had turned my world around on them and the ball was in their court now.
“Neither of them knew what to do but I shouldn’t have expected them to. But they stood by me and told me that it didn’t change anything and that all they wanted was to know I was happy and safe. And even today, they still don’t know how to be about it but they try so hard. Its not perfect but now I feel like we’re trying to move on together. My relationship with my parents, my sister, and my brother has never been better and I feel a part of their world for the first time that I can really remember.
“My brother is getting married Saturday and being involved in making that wedding happen has had me thinking about my future and I think I can now say that someday if I have a wedding I can count on my brother to be my best man and my mom to fuss over the plans and drive me crazy and do everything else they would do for him.
“A year ago was the National Equality March and while I can’t even begin to go into how great and surreal that whole weekend was, it was that day last year that set me on the path to tell my parents. When they called me that night and asked me what I did that weekend and I had to say nothing, I couldn’t take it any more.
“For anyone who still has yet to come out, you don’t need me to tell you it gets better after. But the closet does things to you that people aren’t meant to go through. The constant introspection and over analyzing and the fear, it stops. It goes away and it doesn’t come back. Remember that telling people isn’t so much a clarification for them but a fight for you and your life. No matter how much it feels like your environment is dictating to you, remember you can give it the finger and change it however you like.
Okay, I think that’s an amazing piece of writing, don’t you? If you’re a young gay man who’s in the closet, read the piece carefully. If you’re an older gay man who’s in the closet, you should read it, too. Maybe five times. And if you have a friend who’s in the closet, send the statement to him, will you? You’ll be doing him a favor.
That’s all for this evening, friends. Have a nice Thursday night.