I'm mostly trying to clear my head with this post so I am bound to ramble.
A while back ago, I had this girlfriend and that relationship ended in fiery unhealthy brokenupsville that lingered wayyyy longer than it should have.
My other relationships with women were...well...sexual. So the afore mentioned ex was my first test in a gay relationship. She was not out - at work or with her family. Which was fine with me, since I'm not either. So we didn't show affection in public for the most part. And since it was a long distance thing, there were a lot of awkward moments that I was able to avoid. Not purposefully...but just by proxy. Like...my parents coming over while she was tangled in the sheets of my bed. Things like that, that I am sure if she was local would have been MUCH more of a threat.
I should say here, that I hate lieing. My dear friends know that I am gay. And instinctively I WANT to tell my parents. I don't like secrets. But my family is very conservative. My mother, usually a generous, caring woman refers to homosexuals as "those people." In all honesty, i am not sure what it would do to her to discover I am gay. And I don't know...how much of a family I would have after any such revelation.
As a latina, old fashioned takes on a new entity when it comes to my parents. I am not sure the idea of being disowned is far fetched. I am not sure I can risk losing my family. Some days...I feel I have enough strength. Some days, I just feel the loss it would cause. I see the pain in their eyes. The disappointment. And maybe even the anger. I know they would feel as if it was a failing of theirs, that their daughter would turn out in such a way.
I don't think of my parents as ignorant, short sighted, or uncompassionate. But in this area, they have very strong feelings.
I think I was able to ignore a lot of this when I was with my ex...and especially after we broke up. I didn't date for a long time so there were no secrets.
But now, I met someone. Someone much stronger and braver then my ex. She makes me want to be strong too. And now, I am starting to see things differently. How it's possible for secrets to effect so many...and not just yourself. How it's possible for one person to make a difference in the attitudes and perceptions of people around them.
i read about violence against homosexuals and wonder to myself if by remaining somewhat closeted, I am contributing to that.
My logic is sound on one hand. My sex life is no one's business but my own. But then again, that doesn't explain why I don't feel comfortable holding my girl's hand in public. Privacy is one thing...hiding is another.
I don't trust corporate America. I don't trust society as a whole to be generous and understanding. And while I can fight a few waggling tongues...l can't fight everyone. Since this new relationship, I have come out to some people at work. And I am much more affectionate in public with my girl then I ever was with my ex.
I thought I had answers to a lot of these questions. But...I can't help but feel more responsible than I once did. I'm not sure where all the lines are. I feel...stupid for not thinking of all of this sooner. I think, partly, I wanted to hold myself apart a little. I didn't want to become a stereotype. I just wanted to be me and I convinced myself that such a thing meant not becoming radicial. I haven't done protests or rallys or...well...anything in a group setting. all of my battles have been one on one. Or through my writing. But I have been afraid to come that far out into the open. Afraid of rejection from my peers...as well as a lack of acceptance from those that are already around me.
I don't have a great ending for this post. I'm just rethinking things. I can't yell at Joss about responsibility and not weigh my own.
And this new person in my life, she inspires me.