¨I grew up in the Washington D.C. suburbs and came out to myself in 1971,
a couple years before the AMA removed homosexuality from its official list of mental disorders.¨ 
¨Problem was, back then there was very little for me to read on mainstream bookshelves, other then
horrible stereotypes of gays as sexual psychopaths or pathetic mincing lisping limp-wristed sissies.
Everything I could get my hands on in 1971 about homosexuals and homosexuality had been
written by heterosexuals.
There wasn’t much that was positive, nothing other then the novels of Mary Renault HERE that I could read that spoke to my heart.¨
Mary Renault, English Author,
The Last of the Wine, The King Must Die, The Bull from the Sea, The Mask of Apollo, Fire from Heaven, The Persian Boy, and The Praise Singer. In addition to the novels, she has written a biography of Alexander the Great, The Nature of Alexander.
¨Finding and connecting with the larger gay community outside my door was a struggle. The only gay gathering place I knew of was a seedy looking bar…not the best place in the world for a teenager. I stayed away. For years the only place near to where I lived in the suburbs where I could get copies of
The Advocate and
The Washington Blade was a little adult bookstore tucked in dilapidated strip shopping center.
There I had to walk a gauntlet of heterosexual pornography to get to where they had the gay newspapers and magazines. Don’t even try to tell me that gay people are sexually extreme in a way heterosexuals aren’t...¨

¨...And what we saw weren’t monsters or pathetic weaklings or deranged sexual psychopaths, but simply
other human beings like ourselves. Neighbors. Some plain, some fabulous, some…well…a bit geeky like me...¨

¨...And
never again could we be reliably taught to hate ourselves. Maybe somewhere, in some forsaken corner of the nation gym teachers still teach kids that homosexuals usually mutilate and kill the people they have sex with, but if they try that most places now the gay kids in their classroom won’t stand for it…and neither will their families and their friends.
When that weight of fear and shame is lifted off your shoulders, what follows? Relief. Serenity. Joy perhaps…if coming out means finding the arms of someone to love, and be loved by. But often it’s anger too.
Anger that what should have been one of life’s most perfect joys, discovering love and desire, finding someone to love, and being loved by them, was turned into a nightmare, into someone’s stepping stones to heaven. Your heart had to bleed,
so they could be righteous. When you see the bottomless cruelty of it, it isn’t hard to become enraged.Here I think,
love saves us all.
Anger does not generally turn into hate among gay folk, but into activism. Rage sometimes…yes.
Righteous glorious outrage. There is nothing wrong with that. We have every right to be outraged at what hate does to us...¨

¨...But always with that promise land in sight, where the those first stirrings of love and desire within us do not have to die mangled, so that others can feel righteous about themselves. We keep our sights set on that day when
we are all free to love without fear or shame and hate will never consume us as it has, sometimes, other oppressed people...¨
read it all at Truth Wins Out, By Bruce Garrett, HERE ·Thanks to Truth Wins Out, right sidebar
·Thanks to Bruce Garrett
·Thanks to Mary Renault
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