Lonely gay man

I think that black men especially, have always felt the need to act manly, dominant and sometimes even, aggressive. Maybe this is down to a long history of mistreatment and repression; maybe we feel there is a need to assert our strength and authority in a world that has constantly tried to pit us as unequal. However, this mentality directly opposes the general stereotype of homosexuals, as people who embrace their femininity. As a black, gay man I suffered an identity crisis.

I searched for a gay role model that looked and acted similar to myself, but had no luck finding one. I struggled to find relatable personas within the Caribbean culture too. This convoluted self-identity started to have its implications. This affected my ability to make meaningful friendships and find my niche within the gay community. The more I rejected my true self, the more I became an outsider.

I was living a lie, and people were becoming suspicious. Every year, the students in our class would change, and it was a new opportunity for me to meet other pupils. Eventually this would lead to people teasing me, but it never escalated further than that. I would never claim that I was bullied; I had a quite a big frame and I think people were intimated by my size. Still, it was a very lonely time for me.

As I slowly came to terms with my sexuality, I started going to gay bars and clubs. I have always admired gay men who are confident in themselves. I definitely find a lot of black men, like myself, to be more reserved about their sexuality, in comparison to gay, white males. I question where this confidence stems from: Does it come from within?

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From family support? Or from the media? Proving what, exactly, I don't know.

Because we both pleasured ourselves under a woolly blanket while lounging in our respective family rooms as pre-teens watching Tom Selleck on Magnum P. The latter three groups are described specifically: But the description of one's OGF is always vague: It seems everyone where I live in New York has an entertaining gay officemate and water-cooler conversations revolving around dating, where the OGC routinely delivers the wittiest bits of interpersonal disaster.

My well-meaning friends invariably get into set-up mode: The problem is people relate on a superficial level at work. You know your gay colleague is lonely; he just doesn't tell you that he is lonely because he has seasonal affective disorder, or a Madame Alexander doll collection. So, why do my otherwise thorough friends not ask more thorough background questions?

Because, by heterosexual logic, just being gay is enough. See Magnum P. Where does this ungrateful bastard get off? This affects my dating life because the person I date may or may not understand my gay-culture separatism, and may or may not be a part of that culture themselves. If you own a television or surf online, you know the culture I speak of. I reject the far-side of that rope.

The gay culture I renounce is fueled by commercialism. For example, the other day, I walked past a store in Hell's Kitchen that had a huge awning that read in big lettering: I understand people are just doing what works, and I'm not saying there's anything wrong with a little advertising. But that particular TV show troubles me. Even more problematic, the show is organized around the fact that a person's sexuality dictates their ability to be fashionable.

I don't buy into this, literally or figuratively. It's not that I don't love fashion and style. I just want to love it on my own terms. And I need to know that my friend's OGF is a similar Gay Separatist, otherwise the date might as well be between a bulldozer and someone chained to the blade. No matter the theme, the result is the same: But don't take my word for it. A circuit party gives us the chance to escape the pressures of our day-to-day existence and to enter the altered world where friendship, dancing, love, spirituality, and self-expression are celebrated.

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It continues: Note the vagueness of that description. It uses fittingly empty words for a scene that is similarly devoid of substance. A room full of gay men isn't somewhere I'd be even if they're all different. A room full of clones is downright unbearable.