JayeLefaye
01-18-2015, 09:57 AM
Ramble alert!!!!
So many threads, so little time, so much excellent advice given. Thank you all!!!
I don't want to start multiple threads, so I'm just tossing out some observations:-)
A song from the early days of rock & roll keeps going through my head:
“Who put the bop in the bop-she-bop-she-bop? Who put the ram in the ram-a-lama-ding-dong?”
To which I want to add: Who put the Q????...Personally, I don't use acronyms...However...
LGBTQ...Yes, there is now a “Q”. John Irving wrote a wonderful novel called “In One Person” that follows a gay man's journey from the 1950's through 'til now, and I highly recommend it. Towards the end of it, the narrator, the gay guy, expresses his exasperation about now having to learn what the “Q” stands for. It's hilarious.
My wife is a therapist, with several LGBT clients, and recently has added a couple of Q's. So we did some research, in case anyone is curious. If you are a Q and are reading this, then take a deep breath, and I hope you have a sense of humor.
Q stands for queer. Q's are, generally speaking, young females from birth, between the ages of 15 and 25, who are basically lesbians, but don't want to be labeled as such, and so they want to add “queer” into the equation and give it a positive meaning. Good luck with that, and bless your hearts.
Next subject: Gay guys and cross dressing...I'm really gonna ramble now...
My history with gay guys goes way back to the mid-70's, pre-HIV. Don't ask me why, but for some reason I was the straight friend who they chose to come out to. I was cross dressing in private(and clueless as to why), so maybe that gave me some empathy and they picked up on that? In any case, what I was, was non-judgemental, and they shared their lives with me.
To be a gay guy back then was to be ostracized by society, so they created their own society. Yes, there were signals. A handkerchief in a certain pocket meant something. A restroom in a certain mall, out of the way, was where they could go and hang out in a stall and wait for a like-minded guy to come in and clear their throat...And don't get me started about the Greyhound stations...
There were gay bars...BTW, Jennifer's post about gay bars started me thinking about this. Where I lived, in Detroit, there was actually a gay neighborhood...It was both glorious and tragic. Suicides were common. I had a GG friend who lived there because she loved being able to walk down the street and not be hassled. It was a community.
And then came HIV. In 1980, the worst fear in the STD world was herpes...Everything else you could get a shot for and clear up. If I remember correctly, there was a joke back then: What's the difference between love and herpes? Herpes lasts forever...
1981. It was February, and I was out to dinner with my girlfriend and a couple of her friends. One of her friends, Rhonda, was a nurse. We got to talking about STD's, and to this day, I can still hear Rhonda say; Listen, there's something coming out of Africa that will make everyone forget about herpes.
I wish she had been wrong...I lost a lot of friends and helped care for several while they wasted away...If being gay back then had been more accepted, then a lot of tragedy could have been avoided, and yes, I am still bitter about that! Shame on us!!!!
Okay, lightening up now and fast-forwarding to the last decade and gay guys and cross dressing. Bottom line? No, they don't understand us any more than heteros do. Why should they? Most of my gay friends think my CD'ing is a real hoot and love it, but there are some who it just confuses. To those who it confuses, I simply say; join the club friend:-)
When we wonder if we've made any progress as a society, I think the answer is yes....Still along ways to go, but yes.
End ramble, and thanks for being here! Love you all!!!
Jaye
So many threads, so little time, so much excellent advice given. Thank you all!!!
I don't want to start multiple threads, so I'm just tossing out some observations:-)
A song from the early days of rock & roll keeps going through my head:
“Who put the bop in the bop-she-bop-she-bop? Who put the ram in the ram-a-lama-ding-dong?”
To which I want to add: Who put the Q????...Personally, I don't use acronyms...However...
LGBTQ...Yes, there is now a “Q”. John Irving wrote a wonderful novel called “In One Person” that follows a gay man's journey from the 1950's through 'til now, and I highly recommend it. Towards the end of it, the narrator, the gay guy, expresses his exasperation about now having to learn what the “Q” stands for. It's hilarious.
My wife is a therapist, with several LGBT clients, and recently has added a couple of Q's. So we did some research, in case anyone is curious. If you are a Q and are reading this, then take a deep breath, and I hope you have a sense of humor.
Q stands for queer. Q's are, generally speaking, young females from birth, between the ages of 15 and 25, who are basically lesbians, but don't want to be labeled as such, and so they want to add “queer” into the equation and give it a positive meaning. Good luck with that, and bless your hearts.
Next subject: Gay guys and cross dressing...I'm really gonna ramble now...
My history with gay guys goes way back to the mid-70's, pre-HIV. Don't ask me why, but for some reason I was the straight friend who they chose to come out to. I was cross dressing in private(and clueless as to why), so maybe that gave me some empathy and they picked up on that? In any case, what I was, was non-judgemental, and they shared their lives with me.
To be a gay guy back then was to be ostracized by society, so they created their own society. Yes, there were signals. A handkerchief in a certain pocket meant something. A restroom in a certain mall, out of the way, was where they could go and hang out in a stall and wait for a like-minded guy to come in and clear their throat...And don't get me started about the Greyhound stations...
There were gay bars...BTW, Jennifer's post about gay bars started me thinking about this. Where I lived, in Detroit, there was actually a gay neighborhood...It was both glorious and tragic. Suicides were common. I had a GG friend who lived there because she loved being able to walk down the street and not be hassled. It was a community.
And then came HIV. In 1980, the worst fear in the STD world was herpes...Everything else you could get a shot for and clear up. If I remember correctly, there was a joke back then: What's the difference between love and herpes? Herpes lasts forever...
1981. It was February, and I was out to dinner with my girlfriend and a couple of her friends. One of her friends, Rhonda, was a nurse. We got to talking about STD's, and to this day, I can still hear Rhonda say; Listen, there's something coming out of Africa that will make everyone forget about herpes.
I wish she had been wrong...I lost a lot of friends and helped care for several while they wasted away...If being gay back then had been more accepted, then a lot of tragedy could have been avoided, and yes, I am still bitter about that! Shame on us!!!!
Okay, lightening up now and fast-forwarding to the last decade and gay guys and cross dressing. Bottom line? No, they don't understand us any more than heteros do. Why should they? Most of my gay friends think my CD'ing is a real hoot and love it, but there are some who it just confuses. To those who it confuses, I simply say; join the club friend:-)
When we wonder if we've made any progress as a society, I think the answer is yes....Still along ways to go, but yes.
End ramble, and thanks for being here! Love you all!!!
Jaye