This post was inspired by a secret on the Post Secret website this week...Looking back...I was overly supportive of my gay friends to keep me from ever looking at myself...even as a child I was overly protective of Boy George...I defended his fashion choices when others plainly stated he dressed like a girl...he's gay they would say...I'm not even sure I had a concept of gay at that age...It sounded like he was in trouble for being gay so I retorted, "No, he's not!"...I knew Boy George was just being Boy George...he was an artist and he had chosen his music and himself as the canvas...or that's what I told people at the naive age of 9 or so. I guess Boy George was the first gay man in my life...
By my senior year of high school...most of my friends were gay...most of the boys who had once been my boyfriend now had boyfriends of their own...I didn't mind but I never bothered to ask myself why I didn't care...I mostly just thought I must be a loving and compassionate person...I didn't mind being a beard for prom or being the best buddy...it all felt natural and safe...I was a high school fag hag and I liked it...I never worried that anyone thought I was gay and if they did so what...I knew I wasn't...I was just very progressive and a wonderful true friend...
I don't know why I really never thought to look at myself...oblivious or just in plain denial...I don't regret the path I took getting to know myself...it is a long road but as they say or at least Frank Sinatra did..."I did it my way"...
PostSecret.com 5/22/11 |