Post by Kizzume on Oct 13, 2007 4:35:35 GMT -5
EDIT: This is actually a couple weeks old, but it is still something that still affects me greatly.
I've been scared of people thinking I'm gay just by looking at me. I've been trying to look the "opposite of gay" since I was able to grow facial hair and since I experienced so much homophobia around my grandmother, my brother, and from many other people around me at that time. I thought to myself "THESE are the things that people have a hard time with about gay people, so I'll make sure that I don't represent any of those things (even though I natrually represent some of those things)." Now that I look at it, I was also trying to rebel against just about anything my grandmother pushed forth.
In a sense, I've been somewhat homophobic. An out of the closet, gay, homophobic.
I've been scared of being judged in that manner. I've learned how to be non-judgmental in a lot of areas, but the "gay" area is in an area of judgments that I never dropped.
I've always tried to be who I am in the way I act, but I have been rather false in the physical, visible image I present to people. I have been fake, false, trying to be a "bear" when it's not the way I feel, trying to look like a biker when I have no business doing such, trying to present an image that says that I'm not a pushover.
Well, I am a pushover a bit still--I guess, but not really, that's too broad of a statement: I trust too much that people will not let greed overtake them. I take too many ideas seriously. I consider things that most people consider unconsiderable. I'm often an open-minded-fool. But it's who I am, and it hasn't changed, nor do I want to become closed minded. In fact, I want to become much more open minded if I change in that regard at all.
My grandmother was pretty much the one responsible for messing up my brother and I to the point we have been. My brother rebelled at an early age and ran away 3 times by the time he was 16. I was the one who went into myself, and when I came out of the closet, I started to become rebellious.
My mother used to make comments like, "I have no problem with you being gay, but if you ever act feminine, I'll beat the crap out of you." My mother I used to be a total kissass to. My father died when I was four of a brain tumor.
Watching/being-on-guard for my grandmother 24/7 while she dies of terminal cancer has definitely been a life-altering experience. For some people, it has been taking care of a friend who is dying from something, but I think once you realize how important life is, doing something on purpose that can possibly shorten life just seems downright crazy, which leads me to my next paragraph:
I do not want to be a gainer anymore. I want good health. I don't care if people think I'm gay. I'm tired of focusing on pushing out "what I am not" and I'd like to focus more on pushing out WHAT I AM. Who cares about what I'm not?
I've been scared of people thinking I'm gay just by looking at me. I've been trying to look the "opposite of gay" since I was able to grow facial hair and since I experienced so much homophobia around my grandmother, my brother, and from many other people around me at that time. I thought to myself "THESE are the things that people have a hard time with about gay people, so I'll make sure that I don't represent any of those things (even though I natrually represent some of those things)." Now that I look at it, I was also trying to rebel against just about anything my grandmother pushed forth.
In a sense, I've been somewhat homophobic. An out of the closet, gay, homophobic.
I've been scared of being judged in that manner. I've learned how to be non-judgmental in a lot of areas, but the "gay" area is in an area of judgments that I never dropped.
I've always tried to be who I am in the way I act, but I have been rather false in the physical, visible image I present to people. I have been fake, false, trying to be a "bear" when it's not the way I feel, trying to look like a biker when I have no business doing such, trying to present an image that says that I'm not a pushover.
Well, I am a pushover a bit still--I guess, but not really, that's too broad of a statement: I trust too much that people will not let greed overtake them. I take too many ideas seriously. I consider things that most people consider unconsiderable. I'm often an open-minded-fool. But it's who I am, and it hasn't changed, nor do I want to become closed minded. In fact, I want to become much more open minded if I change in that regard at all.
My grandmother was pretty much the one responsible for messing up my brother and I to the point we have been. My brother rebelled at an early age and ran away 3 times by the time he was 16. I was the one who went into myself, and when I came out of the closet, I started to become rebellious.
My mother used to make comments like, "I have no problem with you being gay, but if you ever act feminine, I'll beat the crap out of you." My mother I used to be a total kissass to. My father died when I was four of a brain tumor.
Watching/being-on-guard for my grandmother 24/7 while she dies of terminal cancer has definitely been a life-altering experience. For some people, it has been taking care of a friend who is dying from something, but I think once you realize how important life is, doing something on purpose that can possibly shorten life just seems downright crazy, which leads me to my next paragraph:
I do not want to be a gainer anymore. I want good health. I don't care if people think I'm gay. I'm tired of focusing on pushing out "what I am not" and I'd like to focus more on pushing out WHAT I AM. Who cares about what I'm not?