I always felt like "a
tomboy", not "a real boy". As such, I often fail to realize how “gay” I apparently seem to people. Never was I more unaware than during my four years at an all-boys’ Catholic high school. In my head, it was as though a straight girl had tricked
everyone into thinking she was a boy and gotten into the almighty halls of hotness. At that age I aligned myself with twenty-something females who grew up in the 80s. I also I
talked and acted like a girl in an 80s movie throughout my freshman
year, even though I was now calling myself "Bob". As I slowly came out of the closet in high
school, I became increasingly enmeshed in a more masculine image. Or, at least, I tried. I wanted to better the world by being the
embodiment of a “gay tough guy”, an act I could never pull off since it only works
when it’s authentic.
December 1999: The Peak of "Bob"
For years I’ve fought to remind people that guys with no relation to or interest in the hallmarks of “gay culture” can come out of the closet, too. This all originated from my experiences at St. John’s Prep. Personally, I have never associated my love of Madonna, Bette Davis, and the color pink with being a male homosexual. I don’t think that a straight man can’t be fond of such things. Quite the contrary, I pity our misogynistic culture for being resistant to such a concept. I associate it with having a fondness for femininity and fun. I associate the fact that I want to have sex with men with being a male homosexual. I take pride in my voracious sexual appetite because EVERYONE should. For one thing, it’s not about body lust—like Bette Davis, I can only be fulfilled if I’m convinced I’m in love with the person. But that person has to be a man. It’s how I am “wired”, physically. When I see a beautiful woman I react with awe and appreciation, because I LOVE beauty. But when I see a beautiful man my appreciation of beauty is subverted by the physical sensations that run through my body. There’s a lot of lust buried beneath the Catholic guilt and New England soil running through my veins. I’m helpless to it, and am certain I would be regardless of my gender or orientation.
I hope this paper won't offend anyone, for while the message remains the same, the delivery was colored by loneliness. BITTER loneliness. But from the ashes of that hurt came the start of my personal mission when it comes to LGBT issues: to obliterate that fucking closet once and for all.
Robert E. Jeffrey 4/2/03
Intercultural Communications: Prof. Monique Meyers
Gay or
“Straight”:
Men and Homosexuality in 21st Century America
I spent a great deal of time trying
to come up with a topic for this assignment. I went back and forth between
issues that mattered a great deal to me, but were only vaguely related to the
course objectives, and issues that would click with a more politically correct
sensibility but with which I felt very little personal connection. Eventually I
came back to an issue that has stirred my interest for the past several years.
It is not an issue that pertains to my own culture or identity, but rather an
issue facing a culture of which I am not a part, a culture that I am somewhat
self-ostracized from. The cultural issue
that piqued my interest is the ramifications of the so-called “gay community”
for heterosexual men questioning their sexuality.
The concept of “gay culture as
threat” was borne from two conversations with close friends of mine over the
past eight months. Both friends come from totally different social circles,
have no contact with each other, and were totally unaware of the fact that the
other had come forward to me with nearly the same confessions and suggestions.
Both of these friends were people with whom I had felt
open enough to disclose my own homosexuality. Both individuals were very
accepting of this facet of my identity, but neither their response nor any
other behavior would suggest that both men were actually going through their
own sexual identity crisis before, during, and after my own coming out to them.
I would learn this only when each of these men, on different occasions,
contacted me through either phone or Internet interested in experimenting with
me in gay sex.
The first friend who propositioned
having sex with me underlined that it was part of an attempt to take his gay
yearnings and “get it out of his system”. The second would, within a matter of
hours, not only regret suggesting our having a sexual encounter (an
understandable afterthought), but he even regretted ever telling me in the
first place that he had ever felt any kind of gay feelings (a less
understandable regret, as I felt the admission was a newfound form of openness
and honesty). It was at this point that I realized my necessity to further
explore this issue, though not with these two individuals; neither wanted to
resurrect their respective situation, and both emphatically declined any
further participation in this project.
In both cases, these individuals
were, supposedly, under the influence of some form of narcotic. The first
person claimed to have been high on cocaine, while the second assured me that
his statements were made while heavily intoxicated. At the respective times of their
contacting me, both had been involved in a steady relationship with a
girlfriend with whom they had been with for a period of several years. Both
indicated that they are predominantly attracted to females, but occasionally
find themselves fantasizing about members of the same sex. While the first
individual stated that he had never shared any kind of physical intimacy with
another man, the second individual admitted to having had a number of sexual
encounters with older men since the age of 18. In each case, he had met them
discreetly after having corresponded with them for an unspecified period of
time through the Internet. And according to what he said, despite this activity
having gone on for approximately three years, I was the first person to whom he
had ever revealed this dark secret.
I began to question whether the
notion of “gayness” itself as we in the 21st Century perceive it is what is in fact so threatening to questioning and closeted individuals
living under the guise of a straight identity. I wondered if many of these
people were afraid to come out because they did not feel a part of the culture
that is branded as being “gay” by so many homosexuals themselves. I wondered if
the commonality in homosexual circles to use terms like 'queer' and 'queen' and 'dyke', reference films for camp value, and label anyone with a taste for high
art as a likely homosexual may in fact threaten many individuals, offering a
negative portrayal of the gay community, despite the attempts at quite the
contrary.
One of the most interesting
resources I was able to search through for a definition of “gay culture” was
the book Queer, a 2002 coffee-table gay cultural studies work written by
Simon Gage, Lisa Richards, and Howard Wilmot, with a foreword by Boy George.
Endearing, highly entertaining, and well-intentioned though it is, the book
also serves to reiterate all too well the very images that have come to often
negatively define the homosexual population. Presented in a loose, scrapbook
style, the book is a compilation of lists, essays, Q&A sessions, and
biographies which all somehow serve to illuminate every aspect of gay culture. Queer
seems intended to offer a virtual summation of gay culture in contemporary
Western society, but in many ways proves so blatantly stereotypical that it
could have been written as an anti-gay satire piece.
In Chapter 1 of Queer, the
authors present a “Top 10” list of “made-for-straight flicks…that queer
cinema-lovers just can’t resist” (Gage, Richards, Wilmot 30), something which I
felt was most representative of the general tone and decidedly mixed message of
the whole book. The films selected consist of Mommie Dearest, G.I. Jane,
Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?, Fried Green Tomatoes, Showgirls, Cabaret,
Wizard of Oz, Serial Mom, All About Eve, and Thelma and Louise. The
list consists of several renowned Hollywood classics, but their selection seems
influenced less by stature than by potential kitsch appeal. The authors state
that the film All About Eve’s “key elements of self-invention,
transformation, and utter bitchiness that appeal to the homos”, and that “the
overblown acting and showbiz glamour meant that the only people making up the
bums on seats were the homos” in theaters showing the film Showgirls (Gage,
Richards, Wilmot 31).
Despite being written as a piece of gay-themed humor, I was struck by the impression that readers would likely come away with; specifically, that homosexuals like to watch English language, female-driven comedy/dramas that are loaded with kitsch and great to make fun of. To suggest such a narrow definition of “gay interest” is to suggest such a narrow demographic, and that this narrow demographic is intended to represent a significant portion of the population suggests little variation in this group of people. With homosexuals coming from all genders, countries, classes, races, ethnicities, and religions, interests in film would most likely be as varied as spiritual beliefs or shades of skin. The list and its text, while certainly amusing, ultimately ascribes to an entire group of people certain interests--and, by presupposition, traits that should inspire such interest—that simply does not represent the many varied interests and predilections of people born from so many different cultures and subcultures.
Despite being written as a piece of gay-themed humor, I was struck by the impression that readers would likely come away with; specifically, that homosexuals like to watch English language, female-driven comedy/dramas that are loaded with kitsch and great to make fun of. To suggest such a narrow definition of “gay interest” is to suggest such a narrow demographic, and that this narrow demographic is intended to represent a significant portion of the population suggests little variation in this group of people. With homosexuals coming from all genders, countries, classes, races, ethnicities, and religions, interests in film would most likely be as varied as spiritual beliefs or shades of skin. The list and its text, while certainly amusing, ultimately ascribes to an entire group of people certain interests--and, by presupposition, traits that should inspire such interest—that simply does not represent the many varied interests and predilections of people born from so many different cultures and subcultures.
In the world of sports,
homosexuality has always been a significant, if oft unspoken, cultural element.
From the supposed homoeroticism of physical contact in male athletics to the
controversial role of homophobia and anti-gay vitriol or violence, there is no
question that the whole notion of gay men in sports is as provocative today as
it was throughout the whole 20th century. In his 1998 book Jocks,
Dan Woog, an openly gay author and soccer coach, examines the personal
struggles of gay athletes in contemporary America. In a chapter entitled “The
Suicidal Jock”, Woog tells the story of a young man named Greg, who is
conflicted about his roles as “athlete” and “gay man”. As a high school student
in the early 1990s, Greg lived what would seem an ideal image of an American
teen male: a star athlete in soccer, lacrosse, and skiing; member of a church
group; grade-A student; and the recipient of an academic/athletic honor from then
President George Bush. However, and despite his string of steady girlfriends,
Greg was a deeply closeted homosexual (Woog 92). In high school, Greg chose to
respond to his homosexual yearnings by pursuing sex with women, assuming that
“the more sex he had with women, the straighter he would become…but that
approach never seemed to work” (Woog 92).
In college, Greg began to explore
his previously repressed homosexual yearnings, but his search yielded little
fulfillment. When Greg approached the student leader of the school’s gay
alliance organization to confide in someone his most buried secrets, the
student began trying to hit on Greg, seemingly using Greg’s vulnerability as a
means of seduction (Woog 92). Greg found that the “gay people he saw on campus
were ‘flamey’ or arrogant or used drugs” (Woog 92), and “seeing so many
‘flamboyant’ people…turned Greg off” (Woog 94). Greg “considers himself a jock”
(Woog 96) and had thought “college would be a place to meet other gay
jocks…with whom he could talk openly about anything” (Woog 95). Quite to the
contrary, Greg found that his fellow athletes were all straight and often
relentlessly homophobic. Despite this, Greg actually engaged in sexual activity
with several of his “straight” lacrosse and soccer teammates, though “there was
always an uneasy feeling that for [these teammates] it was nothing more than a
sexual release” (Woog 95).
Unable to fuse his identities as an
athlete and a homosexual, during Greg’s college years he attempted suicide on
multiple occasions and purposefully engaged in risky or blatantly
self-destructive behavior in the hopes of bringing about his own death (Woog
91). At the time of the book’s publication, Greg had still not completely come
to grips with his identity. His parents refused to believe that their
attractive, masculine, athletically gifted son was a homosexual and actually
scoffed at his confession, telling him, “don’t even think that you’re gay”
(Woog 90). At a gay support group meeting, Greg found that “because I didn’t ‘act’
gay, there were people who didn’t like me” and suggested that such
stereotypically acting individuals “turn people like my parents against all gay
people” (Woog 95). Greg himself stated
that he does “wish I could be open, out, not have anyone care other than that
we’re all there for the same reason, to play. No one knows how much pain and
suffering a gay male athlete goes through. I’ve spent hours crying in my room
because people won’t accept me for who I am. So many people think gay people
are limp-wristed fruits. [If I came out] they’d see a stereotypical gay person,
not someone who’s on the dean’s list, who runs and works out and plays sports.
I know they would not accept me for who I am” (Woog 96, 97).
One of the most well-known and
well-respected gay activist athletes in America today is Bob Paris, a
professional bodybuilder and former Mr. Universe who was thrust into the
limelight as a gay man when he married his partner, model Rod Jackson, in 1989.
Since then (and after the break-up of the couple in the decade to follow),
Paris has been an active speaker and has authored several books on both
gay-related issues and bodybuilding. In his 1998 book Generation Queer, Paris
describes his own outlook on various gay issues through personal reflection and
answering questions sent to him over the years. Like Greg, Bob Paris endured
the pain of being a gay male athlete, and coming from a devout Southern Baptist
family, he was often saddled with the guilt rooted in his religious upbringing.
“In the eyes of those who hate queers ‘just because’, we are sinners bound for
the everlasting pits of fire and damnation. That’s quite a burden to carry
around throughout a lifetime” (Paris 9).
Despite being among the most
recognizable and sought after gay activists in America, Bob Paris has suffered
significant criticism from the group of people whom one might expect to be the
most supportive: fellow gay activists. In Straight From the Heart, the
1994 co-autobiography written by Bob and his then husband, Rod Jackson, Jackson
reveals that in the wake of their highly publicized marriage, the couple “found
that some of the gay press was pretty hostile toward us…we were surprised at
how little support we got from them” (Jackson-Paris 242). Jackson noted that
Paris “worked for years to rise to the top of his sport”, but that because
“most of the gay publications couldn’t make [the] distinction” between a
bodybuilder and a gay nude model, the gay press failed to acknowledge that “he
was still a professional athlete” (Jackson-Paris 243). Jackson goes on to say
that “we were talking about love, family, and marriage and children, and many
of the gay people who worked in the gay press at the time didn’t like what we
were saying. We were just saying how we were trying to live. They criticized us
for talking about monogamy…they criticized us constantly. We were talking about
civil rights denied to gay and lesbian people simply because of our status”
(Jackson-Paris 243-244).
Bob Paris finds criticism with the
gay press and even the accepted norms of gay rights activism on numerous
occasions in Generation Queer. On his convictions in a Higher Power,
Paris states, “when you’re queer, according to the cynics, belief in anything
even remotely spiritual is against the rules (Paris 28)”. Paris later admits
that he often finds himself “wondering whether or not the entire concept of
queer rights could ever truly succeed given the fact that so many of the
movement’s journalists seem to spend more energy tearing down gay activists,
over what could only be construed as quibbles, than fighting enemies" (Paris
166). Paris argues that the
only means of achieving equal status and openness for gays is through
unification in the face of a common goal. Paris acknowledges that “when you
have such a diverse group—many having sexuality as the only trait in common—all
parties must continually find ways of setting differences aside in the interest
of achieving a greater good. Common ground must be found and cultivated. The
pettiness of labels…cannot, must not, stand in the way of working toward
common priorities and goals that move toward a fully just society” (Paris 44).
As gay studies essays and books
have always put a (rightful) emphasis on homophobia and its ramifications as
causing factors in the plight of men to leave the closet, it may seem more than
a bit strange to focus on aspects of gay rights activism as being similarly
effective in creating an uncomfortable environment in which to come out. What I
find somewhat distressing in the wake of my encounters with “questioning” men
is the entire notion of a “gay culture”. Unlike, say, black culture, there is
no ethnic linkage between the members of gay culture, nor is there the sense of
making a choice and commitment to a shared set of beliefs, as is the case with
various religious cultures.
Most would concede that
homosexuality is not a personal choice, and many would argue that it is a
genetic trait; regardless of one’s stance on the perennial “nature or nurture”
debate, there is no doubt that homosexuality spans all racial and ethnic
borders. As such, I would argue that gay culture is a construction of gay
artists and activists, whose visible contributions laid the groundwork for what
is known as "gay culture", or perhaps just simply “gay”. Gay culture is portrayed
as less a demographic than it is a club that anyone of non-heterosexual
orientation can join. This 21st Century variation on the “Grand Old
Party” theme is, on the one hand, an inviting opportunity for young gay men and
women to feel that they are not alone in the world. However, it also creates
issues that burden any sort of group scenario: sharing, definition, absorption,
and exclusion. It is this aspect, present in gay culture because of its
self-creation, which I find potentially threatening to young men on the road to
coming out.
The inability of many men to come
to terms with their non-heterosexuality not only reflects a particularly dark
side of the world in which we live but also, ultimately, harms everyone in such
a position. Bob Paris suggests “although our gayness is a small part of who we
are, we still live in a world that makes it into a big deal. Being queer
[should be] something of a ‘so what?’ issue…we get to ‘so what?’ by telling our
stories, by revealing our secrets and letting the world know that we are here
and aren’t going away. Every time you cross the line, telling someone in your
life about your experience as a gay person, you have participated in important
activism. Our collective mission is to replace the old rocks of false myth with
newer, stronger rocks of proud self-declaration” (Paris 20).
For this paper, I have journeyed
through personal experiences and correspondences and reinforcing documentation
from writers and academics and “everyday people” attempting to better
understand the complicated world in which young men are expected to come out of
the closet. My question was why, in the year 2003, is it still such a
terrifying prospect for men to come out as gay or bisexual, and after
personally leafing through books and interviews and articles and statistics, I
myself still cannot answer that. Individuals like Bob Paris and “Greg” are representative
of a potential majority within a minority: homosexuals who are simply not
inclined to fit the stereotypes set forth by the bigoted, and in many ways
underlined by the contemporary construction known as “gay culture”. Not unlike
a man or woman feeling left out by the opposing ethnicities of his or her
biracial identity, a homosexual or bisexual man may feel conflicted about his
identity due to a failure to fit nicely into any stereotypical categorization.
I would argue that it is this sense of being left out which keeps many men,
including my aforementioned friends, from coming face to face with their
sexuality.
Gay culture is vital to maintaining
awareness and assuring that those in various depths of the closet feel that
they are not alone. However, gay culture should be redefined to imply a sort of
“network” of millions of people whose similarity in sexual persuasion invites
the incorporation of numerous other cultures, as opposed to a sort of
Millennial melting pot in which being gay means being absorbed into a
stereotype-ridden universe of “dos” and “don’ts” and ultimately derision. Gay
culture should be inclusive, not exclusive, and thus it should be less
associated with any one, single image, inviting men from all walks of life to
stand side-by-side, united and content with themselves and their role in the
world. As Bob Paris states, it is through coming out of the closet, identifying
your sexual identity and your identity outside of sexuality, that one
person can impact those around him enough to alter the preconceived notions of
what it means to be gay.
"THIS IS WHO I AM.....YOU CAN LIKE IT OR NOT!"
Not surprisingly, it's my favorite Madonna anthem of all.
I wrote this paper when I was unable to cope with a certain straight guy not loving me back. I wanted someone who I refused to believe could never want me, and wasted years trying to defy what wasn't meant to be. I'm embarrassed to say it's the same unrequited love of my Catholic school era. I was used to being rejected by men, but I wasn’t prepared to be so wrong about 'my First Love'. I could deal with a guy not liking me, but this seemed like a cruel test of fate, my own Of Human Bondage. That’s the movie that was playing on my TV right before the last time I ever spoke to him, in February 2001. Two years later, I was a particularly boring person to be around because I was constantly glum and complaining about “the one that got away”. I was convinced his same-sex desires were overridden by a more defining passion for sports, the military, and financial success, traits that did not correlate with his perception of what it is to "be gay". I may have been right, but it doesn't concern me now. At that time, it enraged me.
From my bitterness sprung a desire to start a new alternative to gay culture, an alternative based on shared ideals between all genders and orientations. But I deeply regret that I did not, at that time, have a better understanding of my complex transgender identity. In retrospect, I am truly embarrassed that the transgender demographic was not even touched upon in the paper. I must underline that I did not mean for the tone towards openly gay men to sound so resentful. It was not internalized homophobia, but it was not entirely unconscious—I felt REALLY left out by gay culture as an overweight twenty-one year old. Thus I apologize if my attempt at something positive occasionally comes off as hostile. For better or worse, I doubt that it would have if more cute guys had been talking to me at the age when I wrote it.
From my bitterness sprung a desire to start a new alternative to gay culture, an alternative based on shared ideals between all genders and orientations. But I deeply regret that I did not, at that time, have a better understanding of my complex transgender identity. In retrospect, I am truly embarrassed that the transgender demographic was not even touched upon in the paper. I must underline that I did not mean for the tone towards openly gay men to sound so resentful. It was not internalized homophobia, but it was not entirely unconscious—I felt REALLY left out by gay culture as an overweight twenty-one year old. Thus I apologize if my attempt at something positive occasionally comes off as hostile. For better or worse, I doubt that it would have if more cute guys had been talking to me at the age when I wrote it.
Works Cited
Gage, Simon, Richards, Lisa, and Wilmot, Howard. Queer.
Thunder Mountain Press. New York: 2002.
Jackson-Paris, Bob and Rod. Straight from the Heart.
Warner Books Inc. New York: 1994
Paris, Bob. Generation Queer. Warner Books Inc. New York: 1998
Woog, Dan. Jocks. Alyson Publications, Inc. Los Angeles: 1998

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