Most of the coming out stories I've read talk about how they
“always knew, but…” I’m kind of
jealous. I didn't know until a few
months ago. Granted, I should have known a long time ago. In fact, looking back, it should have been
painfully obvious that I’m gay.
Here’s a sampling of the evidence:
- I suck at sports. I don’t watch them, and I sure as hell don’t play them (running doesn’t count). I don’t even know the difference between a linebacker and a shortstop (I’m not entirely sure which sport each one comes from).
- I enjoy Katy Perry, Ke$ha, Rihanna, and Lady Gaga.
- I spent months looking at dresses, flowers, and other stuff with my roommate’s fiancee.
- I love the movie Mean Girls. I can quote almost the entire thing.
- I sucked at dating. In fact, I've never kissed a girl.
None of these is particularly damning, but when taken all
together they make a convincing case.
Oh, and there’s the BIG ONE: I looked at gay porn for years. I could go over a list of all the
rationalizations I came up with for why that didn't mean I was gay, but I’m
pretty sure every MoHo is very well versed in them.
Why didn't anyone tell me?
Oh, wait, they did. I hated young
men’s activities in church because, not being as manly as the other guys, they
constantly teased me and called me a homo.
I saw how much everyone hated anything “gay,” and knew I didn't want to
be that.
A well-meaning young men’s leader (who later became the bishop who
sent me on my mission) told me I should have more enthusiasm for scouting
because people might think I was gay otherwise.
I followed church counsel to the letter. I prayed, read my scriptures, went to church,
and did my best to “let virtue garnish my thoughts unceasingly.” Unfortunately, just like a sprig of parsley
on a pot roast, virtue did little to cover up my thoughts about guys. I had read that even though we may not choose
the attractions we feel, it is still a choice whether or not to identify
yourself as gay. I chose not to be gay,
and convinced myself that if I served a mission God would remove these feelings
as a reward.
My mission was great, and it has formed the foundation for
my life ever since. Don’t get me wrong—it
was the toughest two years of my life, and sometimes I wished I had a medical
condition so I could come home early without the stigma. I never felt attracted to my companions
or any other missionary (which, looking back, was quite the accomplishment). That was
probably due more to “missionary goggles” than anything else, but at the time I took it as a sign that God was “fixing” me.
That lasted for about four days after I got home, then I was
back into old habits. I told myself it
was a temporary setback, and that once I got into dating it would go
away again. That “temporary setback”
lasted four years.
Dating girls never worked for me. It’s obvious now, but at the time I was
confused why first dates rarely turned to second dates, and third dates were
even rarer. I thought maybe it was
because I’m solitary by nature, or maybe I was creepy or something. I could go on about dating, but it’s just
sad.
Back in February I had the worst dating experience of my
life. I really liked her, and just when I
thought she might like me too she said “I’m way out of your league. Why would someone like me ever want to go out
with someone like you?” Ok, she
didn't say those words exactly, but that’s the general idea. Oh, and she made jokes about me being gay—not
something you want to hear when you’re packed to the brim with internalized
homophobia.
After that I didn't even try to date. No more obligatory one date a week, or month,
or quarter. I didn't even keep an eye
out for potential crushes. I tried to
define happiness on my own terms, not according to what the church expected of
me, but it wasn't working. That’s when
the depression, which was always a minor issue in the past, really set in.
Then, in September, everything changed. I’ll save the sordid details for another
post, but let’s just say that for the first time I had to confront the
possibility that maybe I’m not “curious,” or “SGA,” or “confused,” but actually
gay.
It took until the beginning of November before I could look
in the mirror and say “holy crap, that’s a gay guy looking back at me.” I broke down.
The room was spinning. It felt
like I was falling. I couldn't
breathe. Curled in the fetal position on
my bedroom floor I whispered, for the first time in months, “Padre Celestial…”*
I started by telling Him I’m gay, and how disgusting it made me feel. I ended up realizing I
was pissed at Heavenly Father. After raging against God for about 45 minutes
I felt numb. I was ready to give up and
die at that point. Isn't that what’s
supposed to happen when you curse God?
Instead, as I dried the tears, I felt…loved. I was surprised. It was like all the stereotypical stuff you
read in Ensign articles—waves of warmth, joy, bosom burning, all of it. Heavenly Father loves me. It doesn’t matter
that I’m gay, or that I’ve “acted on these feelings,” I’m still His child. I didn’t hear a voice, but I could feel the
impression “of course you’re gay. I’m
sorry you made yourself so miserable trying to deny it for so long.” He still loves me and wants me to be happy,
no matter how gay I am.
I’m happier now than I've been
in years. It’s still a tough situation,
and there are a lot of questions to which I desperately need answers, but now there’s
hope.
*I prayed in
Spanish my entire mission (ooh, look, a clue about Praenomen’s secret identity!) and
the habit stuck, probably because I haven’t prayed super regularly since coming
home. Plus, I don’t like praying in
English—all the thee and thou and thine stuff feels unnatural. In Spanish you pray using informal pronouns like you’re talking to a family member or close friend, which feels like how it
should be. Now I go back and forth
between Spanish and English, but I leave out the archaic pronouns.
I don't like the way people treated you as a young man. It's those kinds of words that cause so much sadness.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you have felt to love of God though. It's true he does love you, and me, and everyone.
What a warm and honest post. A few thoughts:
ReplyDelete1. I've kissed several girls. You ain't missing anything my friend. Icky experience every time.
2. Spanish speaking mission huh? Yeah, my friend, that really narrows it down ... :).
3. French is the same. Informal person when addressing god in prayers. Sacrament prayer being a perfect example.
4. It's so awesome that you've figured out who you are so (relatively) early in life. I think many of us went through similar experiences: Not really sure or willing to admit we were gay, hoping that we would out grow the "unwanted feelings". I remember at 15-16-17, telling myself that I was just a "late bloomer" - if I just went to all the dances, dated and was patient things would work out like they were "supposed" to. My first clue should have been that puberty for me came more or less at the same time as my friends, yet my feelings weren't changing while theirs clearly were. And back in my day, there really was no way to get gay porn easily - no internet at our finger tips back then.
I'm an atheist, but I do truly appreciate that you've allowed the spiritual side of you to blossom and accept that gay is in fact what you are. Happier than you've been in years is indeed a great way to be!
¡Bienvenido al club! I'm sure you're aware by now that you're not the only one who served a good mission waiting for the day when the Straight Fairy would touch you with her magic wand and you would suddenly love girls. It's amazing the ways we tortured ourselves, but we survived, and learned more about ourselves and life through the process. Good luck on your future journeys!
ReplyDeleteHaha! My wife sometimes accuses me (in a loving way) of being a teenage girl because I like One Direction and a few Taylor Swift songs.
ReplyDeleteGreat post!
ReplyDeleteHa ha, I love the extension of the "garnish" analogy and reference to cursing God and dying--very clever.
Best part of a new gay Mormon blog: it only takes a few minutes to have read the whole thing! And I definitely like what I've read so far. Thank you for sharing. :)
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