Great story, Lash. Your daughter's boldness in that situation really made me smile. And you know, you probably are right. That guy may go his whole life without 'coming out'; maybe not even to himself. I don't know if I would have the guts to, in his situation. It would be hard.
Thanks a lot Lash, for your kind words. Really. Means a lot. There is always a part of me that wonders "should I keep that part of me to myself, to avoid the complications, or is this situation worthy of speaking up?". I feel confident adding my voice here is a good thing now. Plus, I like some of the people here so much, have shared so much with them, that it don't matter no' more if certain others have a prob with this info.
Sexual orientation is really one of those things that I think, to put it bluntly, is no one's f*ing business, unless the person offers up the info themselves for their own reasons, or unless it's a question of liking someone and wanting to be a relationship with em. Sometimes it doesn't pay to be 'out there', and sometimes it just creates a bloody mess.
MoAngel,
Momma Angel wrote:
So, if it's okay to ask, can I ask if you remember the very first time you felt attracted to the same sex? How did you feel about it? Were you scared? Can you describe it? flushd, I'm sorry, I have to say I'm sorry, but it seems so personal of me to ask but I really feel a need to know these things.
Ma, honestly, the first time I started to know I was attracted to girls was when I was around 9-12 or so, and I had feelings for my best friend. We were so young, did everything together, both tomboy-types, out adventuring and telling everything to each other. It seemed perfectly natural at the time: we were best friends, we slept in the same bed, we snuggled, we had fun, we even talked about boys.
Her mom started to look at us weird. She told us we couldn't spend nights together anymore. She told my friend she was a freak. She told my parents on me, and I felt great shame and wondered "why are we bad? we didn't do anything bad?"
My father was a very liberal man, and he seemed to catch on fast. He talked to me about things. I had my dad in my life until I was a young teen. I think he saved me a lot of pain, because he helped me through that important time to know I wasn't bad, and that I didn't have to live by what others told me I should, that I could like anyone I want!
He wanted to know if I had a crush on any boys?
I said, sometimes, but I like S-- more.
As I became a young teen, and then a teenager, I liked boys, and girls, but since I had moved to a new school in a more conservative environment (a small town! only white farmers! ); I started getting made fun of.
Suddenly : girls have boobs and hips and stuff, and I am told it is 'disguisting' to like that.
There was a tolerance before puberty, not great but it could be said we were just children doing child thing.
Once a teen, to like the same sex is to be definetly different, and the pressure is strong not to show it. Even a lot of my friends would have rejected me, not out of hate, but insecurity and pressure on themselves.
I had male and female friends, and all my female friends started with the guy-dating thing. I really didn't care much at all. Guys were great, but I wasn't interested beyond friendly-kissing and having fun.
There was someone I was in love with, a girl, and it couldn't happen. It was my secret.
So I just did the whole dating guys even though all the dating was just like hanging out with clumbsy friends - not sexy - just to keep the entire town off my back.
If I could have left that town - I would have - but it was not an option for me. My brother was a medical wreck - I couldn't leave him - and my mother couldn't do it herself.
It is very difficult to explain myself and my feelings, because I never did just like girls or boys. I have felt the full range with both male and female. There are no clear-cut lines: it is completely dependent on the individual person and their qualities.
I'm a grown up now and live independently so I don't give a sh*t what others think I should have in my life. But the challenges still remain. There is still a lot of discrimination.
Oh Oh. When I was around 21 I found a writer,
her name is Violet Leduc's
" Le Batard " was the book.
It mirrored a world for me, at a time when I was exploring,
and I highly recommend it.
At least, I love it.