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It forces you deeper inside yourself. You become a mapless soul in a haunted maze, and you lose your bearings on who you really are. You begin to furiously reshuffle your inner life to present to the world the parts they want to see..."
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It forces you deeper inside yourself. You become a mapless soul in a haunted maze, and you lose your bearings on who you really are. You begin to furiously reshuffle your inner life to present to the world the parts they want to see..."
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And I began to notice a trend: When friends would get married, you wouldn't hear from them much anymore.
This was new to me, because, before that, friends had always been portable. I could collect friends in elementary school and take them with me to middle school. I could collect a few more in middle and take them with me to high school. And then a lot of those stuck with me through college. Life before 22 was just moving from one single enclave to another. But not this time. This was different..."
]]>And I began to notice a trend: When friends would get married, you wouldn't hear from them much anymore.
This was new to me, because, before that, friends had always been portable. I could collect friends in elementary school and take them with me to middle school. I could collect a few more in middle and take them with me to high school. And then a lot of those stuck with me through college. Life before 22 was just moving from one single enclave to another. But not this time. This was different..."
]]>Back then, I denied that same-sex attraction was an intrinsic part of me.
If anything, it was a clinger, a hanger-on, an invader, a tumor, a trespasser, a most unwelcome guest.
It's like the 1986 movie Aliens, where Sigourney Weaver fights off a horde of alien invaders inside her spaceship. Same-sex attraction was like one of those aliens—not part of the ship—just freeloading, wreaking havoc, and ripping people apart. So it was simply a matter of beating it back into outer space.
The problem with fighting same-sex attraction is that, unlike a 12-foot tall alien, it's invisible.
You know it's there. You see its effects. But you can't touch it, can't punch it, can't roast it with your flame-thrower.
You feel like a shirtless old man in whitey-tighties swinging wildly in the night at a ghost he swears he's heard a thousand times. And fighting an invisible enemy is something crazy people do. Being gay can make you feel crazy sometimes."
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Back then, I denied that same-sex attraction was an intrinsic part of me.
If anything, it was a clinger, a hanger-on, an invader, a tumor, a trespasser, a most unwelcome guest.
It's like the 1986 movie Aliens, where Sigourney Weaver fights off a horde of alien invaders inside her spaceship. Same-sex attraction was like one of those aliens—not part of the ship—just freeloading, wreaking havoc, and ripping people apart. So it was simply a matter of beating it back into outer space.
The problem with fighting same-sex attraction is that, unlike a 12-foot tall alien, it's invisible.
You know it's there. You see its effects. But you can't touch it, can't punch it, can't roast it with your flame-thrower.
You feel like a shirtless old man in whitey-tighties swinging wildly in the night at a ghost he swears he's heard a thousand times. And fighting an invisible enemy is something crazy people do. Being gay can make you feel crazy sometimes."
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