10.9.17
So I thought I should tell you:
So when I was about 15, I was pretty sure I was gay. It only
really lasted a month. I remember exactly when the thought occurred to me. I was
sitting on the bus, just about to get off and I saw an Italian-looking guy with
curly brown hair. Tall, slim, raincoat, walking with his bike. I thought to
myself ‘He’s really hot.’ And then a moment or two later, ‘Maybe I find guys
attractive’.
So obviously this didn’t last. I’m not gay. And this
experience doesn’t necessarily mean that I was gay. That’s just what my 15 year
old head told me. ‘You find guys attractive. So you’re gay’. It wasn’t a scary,
or particularly surprising possibility. I’d heard of gay people, and they
seemed fine. No problems there. I wasn’t particularly bothered about the
possibility that I might like guys rather than girls. Or at least as well as
girls.
I think the factors leading to this moment were not
uncommon. It was probably just that most men don’t dress very well, so when you
see a man dress well, it’s a surprise and they stand out. I also think that as
a 15 year old boy, having grown up in a household in which sexuality wasn’t a
big deal, it was definitely something I’d consider at some point. I’d known
that Freddie Mercury wasn’t heterosexual, and I loved him, so homosexuality wasn’t
a distant unknown idea. And probably I thought that if Freddie Mercury was an
artist, and not heterosexual, then since I wanted to be an artist, then maybe
it would help if I wasn’t heterosexual. So thought my 15 year old head.
But I want to emphasise that I don’t think my experience is uncommon.
I don’t come from an exceptional liberal background: my grandparents on both
sides hold extremely conservative views- my paternal grandfather still uses ‘queer’
in the derogatory sense, for instance. So the progressive and the marginal were
somewhat distant. And it’s not as though my thought process was particularly
odd- even if the assumption that homosexuality somehow gives you a headstart
was a little far from the truth.
I think the thoughts coming together in my head were- ‘I am
able to appreciate beauty in men’ and ‘Most of my best friends are male’. These
don’t mean that I’m gay. What it really meant was that I was re-understanding
the meaning of ‘friendship’ in terms of ‘companionship’, rather than who I talk
to in break. So when I thought I was asking myself ‘Do I fancy Will?’ what I was
really asking was ‘Is Will a person I see as a good companion, someone to spend
time with?’.
But I think that the male childhood is not one which is
conducive to thinking such thoughts through. The male upbringing panics when ‘gay’
becomes a possibility- because boys are supposed to like girls and that’s the
end of it. The male upbringing cancels the thought process when ‘gay’ comes up,
and shuts down. No consideration of emotional connection to other men. It must
stop at that friendship level- men don’t share emotions, talk about their
feelings. That’s embarrassing. So you don’t consider the possibility of being
gay.
So the reason I decided I was gay was that I wasn’t scared
of the idea of being gay, and so it wasn’t a problem. But my 15 year old head didn’t
recognise that there’s a midline place between being gay and being ‘a man’,
where it’s ok to share your feelings, where it’s ok to feel upset, where it’s
ok to say ‘I don’t feel comfortable’, where it’s ok to be scared. But the male
upbringing is scared of these thoughts. Men don’t talk much, and certainly not
about their feelings. That wasn’t my experience of men. So if I wanted to talk
about my feelings (and plus I’d seen an attractive Italian guy), I must be gay-
or at least bisexual.
So, men. It’s good to ask if you’re gay. It’s good to share
your feelings. Do both. You’re guaranteed to enjoy at least one of them.
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