Hey everybody. I hope all is well with those who take time to read my blog. We're actually enjoying some cool temperatures and rain here in west Texas, which is exactly my kind of weather. It's pretty rare to see this in the middle of July, so I better enjoy it while I can. Anyway, this past week has been filled with quite a bit of drama, not linked to me really, but to my grandmother and her man, with their issues making a soap opera look mild. Without getting into details, he has made his stance as clear as he can to everybody but her apparently, with all of us trying to force open her eyes to see reality when it comes to what's going on. I've been blunt with her, told her exactly what I thought, but at the same time I told her that she's a grown woman who has to make her own decisions, and she's going to do what she's going to do. To make things even more frustrating, he has literally told her from his mouth and showed her through his actions several times over the past several months that he's done with that type of relationship, but she's grasping for any little thing, which is virtually nothing at this point in time. To make matters worse for me personally, and this might come across wrong, but she has actually been relying on me a ton to vent, over the past week especially, and it's to the point where I'm feeling more like a friend than a grandson. In fact, she literally told her husband that I am her new best friend right in front of me, which made me uncomfortable for so many reasons, as my intentions are not to be her best friend, but to be a good grandson. Ever since I told her of me being gay, it's almost as if she took that as a pass to fill me in on so many things that should be personal to her. It's basically like my coming out to her became a license to fill me in on anything and everything. The ironic thing about that is that I came out to her basically to get the ball rolling and release a little bit of my inner turmoil, but in all actuality she doesn't seem too interested when I want to explain to her about my situation. Not that I really want to talk to her much about those matters, but I am really, really, really starting to second guess coming out to her before anybody else, especially my nana.
All of that said, as the title of this post indicates, a funny thing (sort of funny) happened on Facebook today when a brother of a family friend had a picture of himself in a bra posted, with many folks, my aunt included, commenting about how they always knew something was wrong with him. Interestingly enough, this same guy is the brother of the gay guy that I periodically mention on this blog, so I understand them making light of this situation as the gay brother is very flamboyant, but it just got me to thinking about the perception that is being portrayed, which is not entirely fair when you think about it. There are definitely gay guys like the one the younger brother was making fun of, and it's not really fair to make fun of them, but I just am not one of those type of gays. The comparison that I make is that just like you have so many different types and personalities when it comes to straight people, the exact same can be said of gay people. I don't like to corner myself into the land of stereotypes as I am a man first and foremost, and yes I am a gay man, but you wouldn't catch me dead wearing a bra; you wouldn't see me in a million years in drag; if you see me wearing makeup, I've either suddenly become a Hollywood movie star or have joined the circus as a clown. In other words, I am not your stereotypical, feminine, flamboyant, submissive gay guy who acts like a woman in many respects. That's just not me, but just to clarify what I'm saying here, there is not a damn thing wrong with those gay men who do act in that manner. There just isn't, it's as simple as that. But, as many of you know, we don't all act like the gay guy in the movies, the sitcoms, or how many average people think of your average gay man. There are so many gay, closeted men who you wouldn't guess in a thousand years were gay, and I think I would place myself in that category. A great example is that I was stunned a few weeks ago when I found out that Victor Garber was gay. I've always loved him as an actor as I think he is just great, but it never crossed my mind that he might be gay. Learning that he came out recently publicly just made me like him that much more.
I know there are many gay guys who would read something like this and think that I am putting down the stereotypical portrayed gay man. After all, stereotypes hold some truth, however small that may be, which is why they exist in the first place. They are so dangerous and often times misleading, but at the same time stereotypes do indeed apply to some people. They just don't apply to me personally, nor do they apply to many other gay men, and I just don't think it's fair to paint all of us with the same brush, as we are just as diverse as our straight counterparts. I'm not putting down the stereotypical gay men - I'm simply bringing up facts when it comes to my own personal situation as I don't want untrue and unfair characteristics given to me for the simple and lone fact that I am a homosexual man. Anyway, just thought I'd share my stance on that topic, and hopefully I'll blog again soon. Until then, I hope all is well with those who take the time to read about little ol' me.