Yesterday, a good friend of mine came out to me. We had a really good conversation and stayed up till 1:30. For the record he was the one that I came out to earlier this week and he felt comfortable enough around me that I was the first person he came out to. I felt incredibly honored that he felt comfortable enough to divulge such personal secrets to me. He told me of his dilemmas and I told him that he could write a post and I would post it here and you all would give feedback! I’m so proud of him!
“Part 1: Dating Dilemma
10 months, 7 months, 6 months, 5 months, 3 months, 2 months, 3 weeks, 2 months, 2 weeks, 1 month, 3 weeks, 2 weeks, 3 weeks, 2 weeks.
There’s definitely a pattern to the numbers. Some would call it an exponential decline, others would simply state that they keep getting smaller. It took me 4 years to recognize this pattern, and only with the common sense from one of my best friends.
We were in choir when she asked how long my last relationship had lasted. I told her I was still involved with it. She followed up by asking how long I had been involved with it. My answer: 2 weeks. She laughed and jokingly called me a man whore. I was used to my friends calling me that, because quite honestly that’s what I had become in the last 4 years.
A man-whore.
I had gone through over 14 relationships with girls younger and older than me in 4 years without being single for more than 1 week. My friend always joked around with me about it, and every time I laughed it off, scared to face the truth. I knew why it grew shorter every time. But I couldn’t admit I knew. Not even to myself. Because then I would have to face who I really was. And there was nothing worse than that.
All throughout Middle School I was bullied by people who thought I was gay. School was a nightmare for me, and just like every person who is bullied relentlessly, I felt alone. All of my guy friends stopped talking to me. As one of them put it, “Nobody wanted to take the chance that I would… you know… do something to them…”
The hard part was, I hadn’t even come out yet. I was actually in denial that I even could be gay. So far I’d only had 1 girlfriend, and I wasn’t even in 8th grade. People were assuming things for me, and that was one of the worst feelings in the world. Then my girlfriend and I split up because I didn’t agree with the way she was treating one of my best friends. The tormenting increased. As an 7th grader, I was frantically searching for the answer to cure my misery. Telling people I wasn’t gay wasn’t doing anything. I had to do more.
Then I discovered Facebook. The website that lets people see what you’re doing, who you’re doing it with, and how you’re doing it. It was there that I found the answer. Relationship Status. I could be in a straight relationship and people couldn’t call me gay. That relationship status proved I wasn’t gay. I realized that this was where my man-whore problem began.
I craved that feeling of having my relationship status come up on the homepage. It screamed, “I’M STRAIGHT! LOOK! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!” Somehow this website helped ease the torment I was receiving, and like a drug, I was hooked. Over the next couple years my image went from the gay kid to the man-whore who sleeps with everyone. I was fine with it because it helped me stay away from the truth. The ironic part was that I wasn’t actually sleeping with anyone, people just assumed I was. ‘Easy A’ moment, right?
So back to the choir room. After choir my friend came up to me and gave me a dare. She knew I had been thinking about breaking up with my current girlfriend, so she was prepared. She dared me to stay single for the rest of the year (2 months) and she would give me $20.
It was in that moment that I realized I was using girls as a way to hide me being gay. They genuinely liked me, and I was leading them on in order to save my own image. I knew I needed to stop. And I did. I agreed to her dare, knowing I would win. I stayed single for the next 5 months (and am still today). But I still didn’t come out.
Part 2: Parents
This was the second round of my problems. I was raised in a Catholic, conservative family with very strict parents. As I’d gotten older I would question things that the church did, with the response “it’s in the bible” thrown at me every time. I can’t even begin to explain how aggravating it is to have to sit through a church service without agreeing with the very church you’re supposed to be worshipping.
I could rant about how I disagree with everything the church preaches about gays, but it would probably get boring. I’ll just leave it at a question. If we’re supposed to have Church separated from State, then why does the bible’s definition of marriage influence our political definition of marriage so much?
Back to my parents. They basically told me last year that being gay is disgusting, and they don’t believe that it should be okay for gays to get married. So I’m just going to assume they wouldn’t be too happy if I came out anytime soon… That is a small problem. I hear stories of families who throw out their children for being gay, and I feel sick every time because I know that my parents would be just as mad at me.
Earlier on this year my parents accidentally found out that I had been going on some blog sites geared towards gay teens. They confronted me about it, and I was able to convince them it was from pop-ups on Facebook. A lot of my friends had been getting hacked at the time, so they believed that one of my friends sent it to me as a joke. Even though it was only a blog site, my mom was crying the whole night, and my dad wouldn’t look me in the eyes when he talked to me about it. It was a blog site. That’s it. Imagine if I walked in the door with a boyfriend.
So there’s a second problem I’m facing with coming out.
Part 3: Social Position
I would consider myself fairly likable. Despite being bullied throughout Middle School I made a lot of new friends, and ended up being voted onto Court this year in a school of over 1500 kids. I’m also president of over 5 clubs, and I work closely with the administrations of three elementary schools as well as the high school I go to. You could say there are a few eyes watching what I do…
That brings me to the final reason why I can’t seem to be able to come out. I am so scared of what people will think of me. All of the friendships I’ve made, would they crumble? Would people judge me, or act completely differently towards me? How about the adults in my community? Would they feel weird around me, or would they respect me for my choice? It all scares me to the point where I don’t know what to do, or even what to think. I started having panic attacks sophomore year, and they’ve continued to today.
The funny part was that I felt that nobody at the school realized/realizes what I am going through, because they believed me when I told them it was college apps stressing me out, or the test tomorrow that I forgot to study for. I had a million excuses to use, and I still have a million more.
Then I met the author of this blog, and he helped me feel confident about being myself. Not directly I guess, but just in the way that he feels comfortable about his own sexuality. I guess it all comes down to me coming out to a few people at a time. I don’t have to come out all at once in a big boisterous exploding package.
My first step in coming out was telling this blogger that I’m gay. He seemed a little surprised, but I guess I was a little bit when he came out to me earlier this week. He actually recommended that I write this so that I feel better about my situation, and honestly, I feel a lot better. Thanks dude.
The next step is telling my best girl friend. I don’t know when I’ll do it, but I know I have to. I feel like I should, because if this is who I‘m going to be for the rest of my life then I need to feel comfortable being myself around my closest friends.
I apologize if this is too long, or if I rambled, but I needed to write it out and so here it is.”
He is actually planning on coming out tonight to his best girl friend I wish him the best I’m so proud of him!!