
I’ve debated posting this article for a long time mostly because I am afraid
of the judgement I may receive but also because I don’t know whether I want something this personal out there about me. I keep telling myself that I have
accepted myself, but I am not sure how true that is; I’m worried that I am an embarrassment
to friends and family, that I am letting them down, that their hopes and dreams
for me have been crushed, and crushed by something I can’t change. I think
mostly I am afraid of the people who will think “I don’t care but I don’t want
to hear about it, why can’t it be something you do behind closed doors, why do
I need to know about it or read about it”; stuff that people never said back
when I was pretending I wanted to fall in love with a guy and get married and
have kids. It was hard enough telling people I didn’t know if I was ever going
to have kids, I got a lot of grief from friends who hadn’t taken the time to
get to know me and were telling me that I just hadn’t met the right guy yet and
when I did I would want kids, that I just didn’t know what I was talking about. So I
am freaking out right now, I have been freaking out for a long time, but maybe
it’s time to come clean, this is who I really am…
As many people who follow me on Facebook probably noticed, a few weeks ago I
posted a couple pictures that clearly indicate that I am attracted to women. I
am sure most people were surprised; I know the ones I told beforehand all were,
hell even I was surprised when I finally looked in the mirror about six months
ago and said it out loud for the first time. This post is my way of answering
some of the questions I’ve been asked, but also a way for me to sort through
these feelings myself. I have been dealing with them head on for about a year
now, but I am still not quite sure what it all means.
So… I like girls. What does that mean? Besides those three little words, I
am not entirely sure myself. I mean I’ve only ever had relationships with guys,
and, up until a few months ago, I only ever talked about crushes on guys. But
I’ve come to realize that for as long as I can remember I’ve also had feelings
for girls. It started when I was younger, I can remember thinking that
actresses in movies were really pretty and I wondered what it would be like to
kiss them; as I got older, I realized that some of my most fulfilling
relationships have been with girl friends, and again, in some cases, I wondered
what it would be like to kiss them. For the most part I rationalized these
feelings. I told myself that I only thought about being with girls because I
had either never been with a guy or because I had been single for so long that
I just forgot what it was like to be with a guy. Sometimes I even told myself
that all girls must feel this way; that, just because I was occasionally
attracted to my friends, didn’t mean I was gay or bisexual, I just hadn’t found
the “right guy” yet.
This actually kind of leads me to one of the questions I was asked a few
times when I told friends, namely that I always said I would never date a girl.
You know what, they’re right, I did say I would never be with a girl, a lot, I
repeated it out loud to friends, but more often, I told myself, over and over
again in my head. In reality, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to date girls; it
was that I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to be with them and I
think I figured if I denied it enough, maybe I could make the feelings go away.
Every time I said out loud to a friend that I didn’t want to be with girls,
or that I didn’t understand the attractions girls had to each other, I had
probably just spent the previous 20 minutes picturing myself with a girl.
The second common question is that I’ve only ever had relationships with
guys. If I’m completely honest, I don’t think any of my relationships with guys
were ever truly fulfilling, mentally or physically. I’ve always felt like I was
there to make them happy, I always tried to satisfy their needs and never
really thought about what I needed. I pictured myself as their girlfriend not
my own person, I never made demands, I never stood up for myself, never tried
to dig too deep. I was afraid to really look at the relationship, I had someone
and I never had to think too far beyond that.
My most recent long term
relationship started out great, I was attracted to him, we seemed to get along
great and I was genuinely happy, for the first year or so at least. Gradually I
started to notice how unhappy I was in almost all aspects of our relationships and
it scared the crap out of me, he was the first guy I had really had a
connection with that wasn’t puppy love, he challenged me and seemed to
understand me, but I couldn’t deny that something was missing. As these
feelings grew, I started to get paranoid about losing him; our relationship
stopped being about two people connecting and started to be me hanging on to
him while he tried to escape and dig himself out of the hole I was trying to
dig. I didn’t want to admit I wasn’t happy, I didn’t want to admit I was
thinking about some of my girl friends because if I couldn’t make it work with
him, could I ever make it work with a guy. I was devastated when it ended, I
didn’t want to deal with anything I had been feeling, so gradually I numbed
myself, got used to living alone and started to think maybe I don’t need
anyone. For the last 4-5 years I genuinely started to think maybe life would be
easier alone than admitting that I wanted to be with a girl. I started to look
at my life differently, kids were off the table, but I would have adventures
and that would make me happy, only that too didn’t last, and, here we are
today.
I wish I had admitted all this to myself a long time ago, I wouldn’t have
wasted so many years, but the important thing is that I am admitting it now. I
have always believed in equal rights for everyone, I have always fought hard
against any kind of bigotry, and yet it took me years to accept myself. Life
sure can be interesting sometimes. I have a friend who always preaches that
perfection isn’t what’s important, progress is what matters and that’s what I
am trying to do now. I am by no means perfect, but I am no longer ignoring this
part of me that exists, I am exploring my feelings openly, I am trying new
things, and I’ve even recently had a crush on a girl who actually likes girls,
so if that’s not progress I don’t know what is. I can’t predict the future, I
wish I could, but I do know that right now when I think 5, 10 even 15 years
out, I picture myself with a girl, and for now that’s enough.
The last thing I need to address is religion. I have had family members
express concern over my soul, and, while it was not unexpected and it comes
from a place of love, I can’t deny that it hurts to hear. So for family members
and friends who are concerned about my soul or my place in your heaven, you
don’t need to worry about me. I am working towards becoming my most authentic
self and for the first time I’m not lying to myself. Yes this is scary to
admit, yes it is even sometimes a little embarrassing, which is why I didn’t
talk about it with everyone and why some of you are reading about it here
instead of hearing it directly from me, but I am certain that it’s not wrong.
If God is real, He made me this way and I’d like to be believe that He is happy
I am finally exploring the complex emotions that He has given me. This is who I
am in my very core, and if I can love me, and my friends and family can love
me, then I would like to think your God can love me too.