I’m supposed to be doing my homework. But what the heck.
My views on homosexuality have changed a whole lot since I registered here. Mainly from reading the SDMB, and matt_mcl’s website, which I heard about here.
When I came to the boards, I was a highschool student who’d grown up in a world where homosexuality didn’t exist. A fantasy world, of course. A world where you don’t talk about things like that at home, and where gay people were some wierd thought experiment. Or, if there really are gay people, then they just do the gay thing for the shock value, or because it’s some wierd fetish that’s easier not to think about, or because they’re seriously messed up in the head, because, obviously, it’s a mental disease. Gay people, in this world, have huge issues. And maybe they just haven’t figured out their gender roles.
I hadn’t met any gays (that I knew of). They existed, if at all, in some faraway land beyond the hills and streets of my neighborhood. And any real young man you had feelings or desires of ‘that type’ wasn’t really gay, he was just, experimenting because… <insert long, complex, but mostly sensible-sounding excuse>. After all, boys like girls. Girls like boys. I didn’t know much about love – having been very, very good at avoiding feeling things altogether (love, joy, sorrow, included) for most of my youth – but this was Just The Way Things Are: Boys > Girls. Girls > Boys.
Not that I hated gays, when I met them on the boards, or, ultimately, in real life. They can do whatever they want. If they enjoy it, and it’s not hurting them or anyone else, fine. We have to let people live the way they want to live. But it’s definitely not desireable, and it’s not the sort of thing you’d discuss in polite company.
Heck, one of the strongest reactions to anything I’ve read on the boards was where someone had written about a potential character for Star Trek, who was from a planet where the incidence of homosexuality is high enough that a hatred of the trait never developed, and so this character was surprised to hear of homophobia among humans. “Yeah,” I thought, “because homosexuality is normal and okay. Yeah, right, it’s just the way people are, and it happens with a certain frequency among humans.”
I didn’t mind if gays did the gay thing, but to think it was actually for real- that sane people could fall in love with members of their own gender, or be sexually attracted to them, was ridiculous.
That was, more or less, what I ‘knew’ of homosexuality.
This was all based on two simple ideas:
- The way love works: Everybody loves their parents, their relatives, and one member of the opposite sex at a time. (Very well-reinforced by what everyone was telling me as a child, and by the media.)
- Human beings must, to be ‘normal’ and fully functional, be entirely capapble of supporting themselves materially and perform all the functions required to act as a subunit of the collective (society). Basically, each human is an identical (save for irrelevant details) element of society. One of the functions of an element of society: Be born, reproduce.
This has had to change. The first of these ideas is basically dogma. I had no evidence from my experience that it was actually true, I just believed it because it was the values my parents taught me, and was reinforced by every prince charming tale and every novel and every love song on the radio. The second is what I call a ‘pre-world’ belief system. it’s where you draw up an elegant, perfect set of beliefs that more or less accounts for everything, like some kind of idealised thermodynamic energy-conservation expression. Then you assume that the world fits it, neglecting evidence to the contrary, and explaining away things that don’t fit by complicated excuses, relegating them to non-participatory status in the system (ie, society), if required. Like the planetary epicycles in Ptolemy’s solar system.
It’s been hard, but facing reality, partly from data gathered on the board, and in large part from personal reflection, has required me to build and adopt a new belief system: one which takes the world as is (or at least, as best I can figure out how it is).
My new view of homosexuality:
I’m not completely sure, but from what I can tell, human sexuality is not as fixed as one might think. And it’s not bipolar, either-- there’s no One and Zero about it. Some people are attracted mainly to men, some mainly to women, some are somewhere in between. And that’s just the way things are. And nothing which is is wrong (though human actions which are destructive or which promote hurt, can be).
People might as well just live their damn lives, and, keeping reason and good sense at their side, experience their emotions. And if those emotions tell them to get close to someone they care about, so be it.
Love exists, after all. And it’s good. And there’s nothing wrong with loving someone who can love you back, with all the maturity and understanding of an adult. And it’s okay to feel, by the way. It’s hard enough being alone in the world, and there’s enough loneliness as it is, without forcing love out the door becasue of pre-world constructions of no necessity.
Homosexuality is to sexuality what Scandinavian fairness is to skin tone. Some people are really, really fair. Some people are black as coal. And there’s a whole range in between, though there may be strong populations clustered close to the ends – in the case of sexuality, partly because of a need to identify with one pole or another of the spectrum.
This change in worldview is part of a latest wave of maturing-- a real Renaissance chez wolfstu. Associated with that (you guessed it):
I’m gay.
I’m gay. I really am. Well, I’m not sure; I might be one of those bisexuals who’s close to the gay end of the scale. And I’ll find out by just letting myself be attracted to whoever I’m attracted to, and not trying to kill the feelings off, and not explaining them into some epicyclic excuse.
But it’s okay. IT’S OKAY. IT’S OKAY THAT I’M GAY. I’ve accepted it. I had to abandon childish preconceptions, and do away with being what the broader culture said I had to be, but I’ve accepted it. I told my best friend I was thinking about it a month and a half ago, I told him I was sure just over two weeks ago. I’ve told a few other people. (And I’ve alluded to my feelings, oh, a couple months ago, when someone on the board was asking for help figuring something out.) But here I am, coming out. And my friends are slowly finding out, as it comes up. I’ve told about half a dozen of them now.
But I haven’t told my parents. They’ll find out when I go home next (Christmas)… unless they’ve been reading the boards, which I doubt. My friends, for now, know to keep it quiet so they don’t find out the wrong way.
So, yeah. Sorry for the side bar… but, yes, my views on homosexuality have changed dramatically. Guess who isn’t crying anymore? Guess who isn’t so torn up he can’t eat? Guess who’s not failing his midterms anymore because he’s too distracted by a seeming crisis to do his homework? Guess who’s got hope again? wolfstu, that’s who.
Like Esprix used to say: I’m gay. Any questions? 