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“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” 

~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

WWJD

What Would Jesus Do?

If he were still standing in the Middle East -

Would he pick up a gun and fight for freedom?

Or would he reach out his hand, his arms - To the wounded, to the gun holder?

 

If one of his people, a brother, a child was wrongfully murdered –

Would he loot and incite violence?

Or would he try to understand the fear that took over another to the point of destruction?

 

If he were on the capitol steps while same-sex partners marry –

Would he read from the bible? Weep in disgust and disappointment?

Or would he greet the protester across the street and talk about limitless love?

 

The Story of a Nonconformist

I am a Freedom Fighter. 

My message is Freedom. Freedom from everything, freedom for everyone, and freedom to be.

I was never on the “inside” and when occasionally invited in I was uncomfortable having to put on a coat and gloves for the chill. I was forced to be outside. But I never stood looking in the window motioning for someone to open the door and let me in. I ventured to explore the world outside. Being gay and growing up in a small town at a time when it was still unacceptable has given me an incredibly mysterious gift and curse. I can’t say I’d ever change my sexual orientation if given the chance for I would be a completely different person all together. An easy ride would not take me down the road I am on.

In elementary school, they said I ran like a girl. Walking up to bat, throw, or kick in gym, classmates would yell “easy out”. I didn't have the skills for ball games. I could run and I was fast. I always placed 2nd or 3rd in annual sprints throughout public schooling. Amazingly enough, I was good at more competitive sports like hockey - much to everyone's surprise. Perhaps I was more motivated to race my classmates for the puck. They were always a little taken back by my sudden aggression played out during. 

Although I was known to be gay or different, I was still rumored to be involved in sexual trysts with skanky girls. To my uneducated peers I was just a pervert. This strange aura I wore attracted the curiosity of a rebellious troubled sort in middle school. He was my first hard crush. He taunted and teased me in a way that was oddly sexual, oddly bully-ish. By high school we had wandered in different circles. Any association with me had become too uneasy for most by this point. In retrospect, I think he had an adolescent flirtation with bisexuality, but this is my story not his. 

So I introduced myself as a high school freshman by bleaching my hair strawberry blond (it was kind of orange). A fairly rebellious act as this was before the boy bands of the late 90s made it a trend. I was nicknamed “Goldie” and enjoyed my controversial celebrity status. I believe this is when the narcissism kicked in. I enjoyed making up things about myself just to see what absurdities my peers were willing to believe. None of these stories were flattering, quite the opposite. I made myself the celebrity, school the tabloid, and my classmates the losers reading it. When I couldn’t get into Journalism class, I found a direct route to writing for the school paper. I wrote to the editor of the state newspaper who published the county school paper. I was able to get my pieces published in the school paper (more often than the journalism class) and the state paper. I used this perfect outlet to tell the school exactly what I thought and how I felt about them, while of course doting on myself (Read those article clippings here). Everybody was pissed and miffed by my blatant “in your face” diss. One coach/part-time teacher read the article to his class and all but insisted I stand in front of a firing squad. Prior to this, I had exercised my teenage angst by setting school trash cans on fire (sad attempt at burning down the school), a fist fight, and setting off firecrackers in the stairwell to mimic bombs (it actually sounded like an air raid). Needless to say, I stood like a pleased fan of The Anarchist’s Cookbook watching the terror of my schoolmates running around aimlessly. Now the idea of terrorism seems to be in opposition to the fight for freedom. But doesn’t every waged war hope for freedom? I have since evolved from that boy who acted out of fear and hurt.

Growing up, I was really skinny and insecure about it until I arrived at the gay bar. So when I put on some weight I felt a little more comfortable. My personality had to shine through because I couldn't rely on my boyish charm and innocent looks anymore. So my sense of humor came through and won people over. I felt more masculine. And the real me (I was insecure about sharing) was accepted. People often mistake me for being vain. When the truth is I am working out my own issues and insecurities through sharing. I do not share pictures of myself because I think I’m hot or sexy and seek validation. I seek acceptance of self by not hiding. I have what has been an ethnically confusing face and a body that has fluctuated from scarecrow to twink to cherub to man-boy. So, I have a love/hate relationship with my weight. But I think the "hate" is from external forces.

As a new adult, I came out to the world outside my hometown. I had that deceptive idyllic notion of the gay bar as being this happy wonderland where I would be welcomed with open arms. As if I had finally, found my tribe. Truth is, I don’t have a tribe. There isn’t a group of people like me. I wasted too much of my early adulthood searching for such a tribe. When the gays tried to label me “twink” or exercise their preconceived notions based on my youth and appearance, I rejected them. I went to the club to dance and participate in the theatre of it, not to hook up. I still did things to stand out.  I wore "art" shirts and did odd things to my hair that entertained me. I danced on stage by myself. I danced to music no one else would get up for.

I was in a waffle shop around 3am after a night out of wearing some fairly flaming attire for Halloween. There my partner and I were accosted by some local rednecks with rude anti-gay slurs. I denounced them all as trash. There was no way I would concede on a stare-down with a 300 pound man who didn’t like being told he was trash. My passion was greater. I was confident I was not their ideas, he was not so confident he was not mine. He eventually took his seat. 

Living in the south (northern Florida), for a couple of years I experienced a twist on the traditional white vs. black type of racism. The white people were so afraid of being accused of racism; they allowed the black people to be the exception to any rule. The black people at my place of work were not held to the same standard and it wasn’t exactly a hidden truth. I am all about equality. Equality has no exceptions. I of course did not stand for this inequality. It wasn’t long before my use of the word “ghetto” in reference to a black co-worker’s attitude was turned into a racist rant. Explaining the origin of the word and its usage saved me from ultimate demise. Afterward, my supervisor sent me the Ebonics Dictionary --- to reference diverse communication? I still can’t justify that act. However, later when a co-worker voiced her disgust in a meeting over Disneyworld’s “gay days” stating “That’s a family place!” management merely shrugged. I also became a member and lead coordinator of the Diversity Committee which appalled some. But what better way to educate the alleged ignorant?

I’ve been fired for being gay (Read that story here) and I’ve combated the evils of jealous gay managers and closeted gay co-workers at Ricoh.  There, was the kind of homophobia that manifests from jealousy and by bitter gays who are unable to mesh or integrate into “straight society” in the same fashion as I am able to do, for instance. I was unapologetic about being myself, loud and proud---and that always rubs certain people the wrong way. It was someone’s fear of being outted or likened to homosexuality that ignited the spark that burned homophobic fires again. Ricoh is a place where otherwise hopeless bottom feeders get hired to do menial tasks with constant harassment from their under qualified and inexperienced management team. Thus, creating a cesspool of misery. In the end, I realized the torment and suffering of some individuals who caused me harm. For they have not the freedom I do. They are slaves to societal norms. I retracted plans for revenge and left them with their envy. 

I have studied Christianity and Buddhism, taken up Yoga, and vowed to be a better citizen of the planet all at my own pace and never to be trendy or righteous. I have always been an optimist. I guess you could say, I rarely let people see my private pain. I rarely share my troubles or worries. And instead put out all that is good with me – happy go lucky I am often known to be. I do not share my spirituality to preach or act as a guru, but rather to help myself stay on the path. I do not share my writing to insinuate mine is the work of brilliance, but rather I share my story through it and even in fiction lies elements of truth.

I always felt society expected people like me to apologize for having ambition and determination. There are going to be times when you are not liked and are treated like you have a curse. Telling the truth, standing up for what’s right can be a lonely way of life.  

Much controversy has been made in my presence and of course it has never been my style to avoid that. I am not afraid of controversy or being unpopular. People have been afraid of losing their jobs by mere association with me. As a writer, I must write about my experiences. The only way to be free is to put the truth out there.

I must tell my truth.

I must let them know of my humanity.

I cannot stand silent.

I cannot cower.

How would civilization ever move forward if we all just kept quiet and stood in line?

I do not like or follow those who are merely famous, talented, popular, beautiful, acceptable, or the like. My heroes have always been the rebels, the outsiders, the controversial, the game changers --- And like them, I will always dance to the techno beat of a different synth; until the hour my heart gives out from exhaustion. 

I am in debt to no one but myself; for all the time I doubted and discredited myself. 

As I get older and approach my mid-thirties, I live more for simplicity. I allow what is natural, to be. We spend our adolescence imagining what we want to be and our twenties trying to be that. The time of creating oneself passes for the time to be oneself. I am freer from what people think and comparing myself to others or the ideals of what and how I should be. I can’t really say I’m the best at anything --- but I do know that no one does it like I do. 

I am no longer searching, no longer yearning. I know what I have to do. My place, my path --- it's so easy; to be good to others (and forgive my foes), to be grateful (for what I’ve been through), and to be generous (to those on the other end of it). That’s true freedom!

Homophobia is a Human Affliction

The War on Domestic Terrorism

Any war fought for the freedom of their own is fought on home soil. The battles fought for my freedom (freedom to choose whom I marry for example) are fought by activists and advocates up against shame, fear, and ignorance that can often be far more threatening than that of death.

Terrorism? It happens in our classrooms, places of work, on the street – through harassment, fear tactics, and discrimination. Drop the gun, close the fist, and lend an open heart if you wanna fight the war on terror.

A History Lesson

Hadrian deemed Antinous to be the most beautiful young man in all the Roman Empire. Sadly, Antinous drowned mysteriously in the Nile River. Hadrian deified the youth after his untimely death, and Antinous was worshiped as a god; whole cities were founded in his name. As a result of his popularity and statues created in his likeness, the face of Antinous became one of the most recognizable faces in antiquity. 

The Temple and Life of Antinous

Diverse Relationships Are Noted in the Bible

"It is obvious to scholars (and some religious leaders) that the Bible endorses a wide range of relationships. However, professors are fearful of the potential backlash that might result from opening a dialogue about these relationships."

The Bible's definition of marriage is not so simple

Gender and Sexual Diversity

“LGBT became LGBTIQQA — adding Intersex, Queer, Questioning and their Allies — which was still very limiting,” Davies says in the video. “It still excluded a lot of groups. People who might be asexual, members of the BDSM/kink community  people who were in  non-traditional relationships that might be polyamorous or swingers. A whole batch of people who didn't feel able to go to mainstream counseling organizations and also wouldn't necessarily be welcome at LGBT counseling organizations.”

Replace “LGBT” With More Inclusive “GSD” ?

God's Gay Man

Large Bulges are the New Cleavage

I am not the most stylish or up on fashion gay. I suspected such underwear existed and are becoming more popular and affordable. I have noticed many men lately with unusually large bulges;obviously enhanced or even fake. I wonder, what is the motivation? As I am noticing these large bulges more and more at the office I hafta wonder: Is this the new male advancement tool? Men's equivalent to cleavage in the workplace?

Almost a gimmick 

Analyze This

Hope for the Future of America

Do you have healthcare coverage? Do you have a job? Do you pay out of your own pocket for your college? Or do you not? When are you ever told no? What can you control and what can you not?

Do you save on healthcare coverage because you are on your spouse’s plan instead of your own? Can you comfortably put up pictures of your family at work and share what your family did over the weekend without hesitation? Does your income/family/background determine whether you can get a higher education? Do you feel like you are a part of America? Do you feel that you are an American and when wars are fought, lives are lost --- they are for you and your freedom? Or do you not?

Higher taxes, unemployment, and affordable healthcare --- to some, a luxury to worry about. What if you had to worry that your country will have a leader who does not approve of you or your life? You worry because you know such a mentality is extremely influential. You apply for a job, but your mannerisms make the potential boss uncomfortable. You have health insurance, but you’re not permitted in the room because you’re not considered a relative.

If you were a minority, and if your personal safety was a greater concern than HMOs and PPOs, if every election year you stressed about the possibility of your civil rights being decreased, if you were told NO --- You would understand that EQUALITY and FREEDOM are taken for granted by those who have it and you wouldn’t worry so much about MONEY.

You’re a fairly intelligent person and you know that the gay can’t be prayed away. Now imagine your 13 year old child struggles, but ultimately tells you that they are gay. Think about this. Now ask yourself, what is most important in our future?

Pastor's Speech Against Equal Rights Has a Twist

I miss parents keeping their children far away from homosexual strangers!

Karma Cures Disease on the Gay Community

                A year ago I interviewed with Covenant House for a coordinator position of a program that was designed to educate, inspire, and unify gay youth with regards to all matters facing this troubled segment of the population. The organization is all about safe sex education and aiding those afflicted with HIV and AIDS as well as helping the homeless. The program director and I had different visions of this program. He saw my being in a relationship and reluctance to spend a majority of my time in bars promoting as problematic.  He was rumored to use the youth program as his dating pool. I felt that in encouraging the youth to avoid unsafe sex and practices prominent in the gay bars (heavy alcohol and drug use) that can impair one’s judgment, it was necessary to promote activities and a lifestyle outside of that setting. For many in this particular gay community there seems to be no life outside of the gay bar because it is one of the few places where you can truly be yourself. Many burn their way through one night stands and drugs to grapple with their often closeted daytime identities.  I wanted to promote and showcase a positive way of life where one didn’t have to hide in the bar and that included long-lasting relationships.

                The interview for this position was unsettling. The program director asked if I had been tested for HIV (are we dating?) and later mentioned how disgusted he was by seeing people he knew with HIV at the bars picking up other people. He said he wished he could call them out for the disease they had and let everyone know about it. There are of course varying opinions on the matter of whether or not such status should be public or not. However, no one knows what conversations are taking place and what actually goes on behind closed bedroom doors. It’s no one’s business. He did not know whether or not these individuals were being responsible or not. I thought this was a program that offered care and kindness to the HIV and AIDS afflicted community. But many of the organization’s messages I was getting from Facebook and the horse’s mouth seemed to shame this group. It was only after this interview that I learned the director wasn’t even able to drive himself to work due to his multiple DUIs. This guy was hardly the mentor needed for a group of individuals struggling with their identity.

                I always had respect for this organization and had Covenant House in my focus long before college graduation. I feel very strongly about gay youth’s need for a sense of belonging in a positive environment consisting of social connections, public spaces, role models, and achievable goals. I was very disappointed about one of the most inappropriate job interviews I’ve ever had.  So it gives me satisfaction to learn that the individual who many felt was a disease on the community is no longer with Covenant House. Of course stories abound as to what happened, but I do not think of this as DRAMA. I call it the word it rhymes with.