At 7/30/10 06:19 AM, HungarianSupermarket wrote:
No judgements from me, I know that feeling all too well. I wasted months of my life trying to work on a nonexistant friendship with my ex. And whilst I of course completely understand why it couldn't work, it really made me start to think differently about people. I don't trust people as easily as I used to, and I can't seem to let myself really let anyone 'in' and feel that amount of affection for people any more.
I couldn't get over my ex at all until about six months ago when my current-girlfriend started getting closer to me and we started falling for each other. I finally moved on and I'm now very happy I am. I don't hold any sour feelings against my ex really, but now I don't want to get back together with her.
At 7/30/10 05:49 AM, TheBigLemon wrote:
I had an argument earlier today with someone who claimed that homosexuality is a choice. They kept through psychology, nature, and environments in my face.
Ah good fun!
My basic arguments were:
1.) "You're not gay, so you don't know anything about what you're talking about."
What a nasty argument idea. Best not to use this again. It's like my dad telling me "YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT FOREIGNERS IN THE COUNTRY, YOU'VE NEVER HAD TO COPE". I know more than him, just through sociology alone.
2.) "Your psychology and text books can say anything they want, I know what happened to me, and what you're saying is not true."
Same here. Fight knowledge with knowledge.
3.) "I'm the only gay person in my family."
How do you know? You said you were bisexual, who's to say none of your family nor ancestors had an element of bisexuality to them?
4.) "How can it be the environment I grew up in when I grew up in Texas, around people who still think that it should be ok to burn gays at the stake?"
I recall a quote from the film Full Metal Jacket "only two things come from Texas: Steers and queers". Even then, there could of been environmental factors. It doesn't have to be "oh, gay people are okay". It could just be your mother openly talking about how sexy a guy is or something like that. It doesn't have to be obvious to be nurturing.
It made me so mad. I realized I was bi at a young age, but I didn't ever say to myself "Ok, I want to like guys." A series of events led me to realize what I was.
Likewise really, in fact I sort of pushed it into the back of my mind. It was funny at the time.
I'm reluctant to come out to the rest of my family. For instance, my cousins (who are much younger than me) constantly bash on gays. Calling each other "faggots" and saying "You're probably gay. You're so gay." I understand that the word "faggot" nowadays isn't always synonymous with gay-bashing, but to them, it is.
I asked one of them why they can't simply allow a person to be who they are, gay or not, and he of course brought up the Bible. I didn't want to get into an intense religious debate with an 12 year old, so I left it at that, but I was livid. I walked away, and wanted to cry that someone I am related to could be that close minded. He himself, it isn't as bad, because that's how he's been conditioned by his father, whom I have an intense dislike, because he pumps ridiculous ideas of racism, bigotry, and homophobia into his son's heads.
Oh come on. My cousins are completely different to me to the point where I don't consider them even a relation. They're so posh, religious and, well, goody-goody. Things like one of them growing up being in the scouts and all of them being pretty damn Christian (it was an unspoken thing but I can pretty much tell). I'm shocked at how racist my family can get despite me being so open minded to it all.
Hopefully when they get older, they'll understand, but they're growing up in a very small town in Texas, so I'm sure they'll still be the same when they're older.
Who knows? They may grow some intelligence.
I may never let them know who I really am. It pains me, as I love them, they are my cousins, but... I could do without the ridicule.
You may never need to tell them, just because there may never be a need to. If you never get into a gay relationship that seems serious, there may never be a point/
On a less sour note, I came out to my mom, and she loves me as much as ever. We talked for a little while, and I gave her a big hug, and said "Mom, I love you, and I thank you for being so accepting. You don't know how much it means to me." I think she cried when I left (not sadness, tears of joy, that I'm being so strong and brave about my bisexuality.)
I'm glad that worked out really. I still lack the guts to tell my family at all about me being bi unless there's a good reason (e.g. bringing a boyfriend home who I have fallen VERY hard for).