I can't ever seem to shake the feeling that I'm always late to the party. Whenever I show up, it seems everyone has had their fun and on their way home. This isn't fully literal in the sense that I'm going to a physical party, it's just a way for me to express how I feel about coming out so late in life. Not just coming out to the world, but coming out to myself. And not just with sexuality, but myself as a whole person and who I am and wish to be. I've spent nearly four decades keeping myself locked away, isolated. Most of my childhood was in a deeply religious rural environment where my only safety was in my room with the door locked, especially when my dad was home. I grew up with very few friends whom I couldn't often see because we lived outside of town, but I would end up losing them every few years anyway as we kept moving to new towns.
I'm quite often left with bewilderment, anxiety, and an extreme sense of invisibility to the gay community at large. I'm not accustomed to being flirted with, hit on, touched by others or to touch others, and I'm unsure of my place and boundaries in relationships with others. All too often, my instincts have been maligned by my upbringing so I've been conditioned not to trust them. And in my attempt to reconnect with my instincts, I often misinterpret and I end up being impulsive in ways that bring discomfort to others. I sincerely hope that I've not offended anyone or made them uncomfortable with how I've behaved in their presence. If so I'm very sorry.
I know for many out there, events like MAL, are a fun party like atmosphere to enjoy what we love, but for me it's still a nerve racking experience, filled with fear, anxiety, self doubt, and an overwhelming sense of feeling like an interloper. But I would like to publicly thank Sir, Gunny for his more than generous efforts and more than generous time he took away from his own family and friends this weekend to help me keep those feelings subdued and show me what is possible.
Going forward, I feel some slight hope that I might see a future in this, but too much is nagging at me to know for sure if I'm ever going to have much more than what I've already been given. I don't mean to end on a low note, but I must be realistic with myself and honest with how I feel right now. I'm sure things will change; they have to, for better or worse, but it's difficult for me to understand what lies ahead. I have no context for this.
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