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Anthony and jack have both made me think  [message #48414] Fri, 18 January 2008 15:45 Go to previous message
timmy

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They were separate posts, but they combined in my head to mean "Do it today, this is not a dress rehearsal!"

There is a risk that this will become long and ramble! And that it will not strike a chord with anyone.

When I was a boy, I was a product of my upbringing and of my fears. I was afraid of shadows and was unable to come to terms with being gay, and wholly unable to tell the boy I loved how much he meant to me.

Instead I created a mythology that surrounded him. To me he was graceful, beautiful, wonderful, a friend, clever, funny, witty, great company, and the person I wanted to spend my life with. Look at that list. No-one is all of those things. That list is for a pet puppy!

Even so I sold this catalogue of alleged virtues to myself so well that I believed them. And, since they were now "true" I could not risk cracking the glass case I had placed him in. I feared rejection first, ridicule second, treatment for the ailment of homosexuality third.

My life is made up of terrible misfortunes, none of which has actually happened to me.

Anthony's post about the death of his friend, and Jack's questions about old heads on young shoulders started to come together here.

With my older, probably wiser head, I would have spoken to him, even back then. I know today that closure then would have stopped me from damaging myself so badly as I have by clinging to the pathetic and hopeless hope that he would, one day, see sense and love me. He would either have wanted me, or he would not. That would have been the end of it. Well, except for the ridicule, but that is bearable.

Would I have risked being sent for treatment? I have no idea. I asked my mother while she was alive and she never said 'no' and she never said 'yes', so the answer is 'probably', but I would have survived it. I would have survived being expelled, too. And losing my 'friends', but I lost them anyway when friends was the thing they were not.

If this has any relevance at all today, it is to say that, where is is lawful and physically safe to do so, tell him that you love him, if love him you do. Tell him gently and with his needs in mind, but tell him. He probably doesn't return it, but he just might!

Tell him before you get old and fat and unattractive! He might, just might, fancy you.

I really damaged myself very badly. I have a wonderful wife who deserves a heterosexual man, and a fine son who is my friend as well as my son. But I am a gay man, and I should have lived the life of a gay man, whatever that involved.



Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
 
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