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In reply to the discussion: This message was self-deleted by its author [View all]Bohunk68
(1,364 posts)So many of us can relate. I was one of the two smallest kids in my class. Smart and knew at an early age that I was gay. That terrified my even more because I saw what my classmates thought of "my kind". My stepfather abused my from age 9 to 16. Not just sexually, but psychologically as well. This past week's events made me remember the times that he pointed a rifle at me and I believed the end was near. I was the sicko to him, because I brought out his own tendencies, never mind that it was my head pushed down in his lap while driving. Meatloaf's dashboard light song meant a different thing to me. The rest of my classmates were not too bad except for a couple of larger boys in the shower room at gym class, which I absolutely hated. We had to shower and I would get in and out just as fast as I could. I didn't even go to my 50th class reunion last year because none of them had ever kept in touch with me and what was there to share with them?
I live openly in a rural area and still some of the males treat me as an inferior and talk down to me and say things they would never say to a non-gay man. This, even though I have been elected to and served on Town Council, and serve the community in numerous other ways. I've even had our Conference Dean (ELCA) try to get me removed as a Congregational Deacon, but thanks be, my congregation essentially told her to fuck off. A couple of weeks ago I spoke to our Council President as to whether if I should meet someone (my partner of 27 years passed from pancreatic cancer 6 1/2 yrs ago) could I get married in the church now that NY has marriage equality? She said she would be very hurt if I did not and so would the congregation. That they would love to see me with someone again.
Does it get better? It's a mixed bag. Thanks to all of you above who have shared with all of us. May you have peace.