The Ben Complex

Have you ever felt gutted you missed an oppertunity? To say or do something vital and you missed it because you were too cautious?


No?


I ask because after I failed to act when I felt Ben was flirting, Given another chance I would do it differently but equally sure it would probably just lead to embarrassment anyway. I accept it. I move on. 


Though I beat myself up for ages. I made a kind of peace with it; I mean his new boyfriend is so nice, handsome, honest and charming. Pretty perfect for Ben really, so I'm learning to be happy about it. Damn him and his long term relationship material self. LOL.


Ben messaged me on Facebook this morning saying he would be visiting Dave this weekend and asking if I have time to go out with them (me and Dave live in the same city). I agreed, he's never come up here in the middle of the semester. As I went back to my homepage I saw on my news feed:


'Ben McDonald changed his relationship status to 'Single'


...




Sam

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Step Three. Freedom.

So I've been away in Italy for a while, I went snowboarding with my Dad and my brother.

Before we left England I told my mum in our kitchen. She just smiled. Apparently she's always known. She says her and Dad had always thought it.


Specialising in sexual health she is well informed on the Kinsey scale. Which makes it easy to explain. I'm a 4. Done.

Halfway up a mountain in Italy I told my brother and he took it better than I could have ever thought. He laughed and was offended I thought he would take it any other way! Guess that shows me. Naturally the next day he had a million questions. Perfect.
To celebrate, Sam (from work) took me out 'on the gay'. My second time there, but first time 'out'.

Two friends from my course came with us, James and Martin. After I came out to them Martin spent the evening coming on to me (but in the 'I'm straight, but when I get drunk I just turn really gay' vibe... whatever Martin. I know you're a 5.) a barman walked by and just gave me his number (seriously! AND he was fit... 'Sean.') but Martin said he was a whore, when I asked how he knew he dodged the question. But fair enough. I'm keeping the number though. Who knows if that will ever happen again!

The evening was great, but evidently I recognise Martin may be closeted too. It made me realise just how messy it can be. How messy it was. And realise how lucky I am I have not had to endure anything more painful than the torment of my own mind in the closet.

I'm starting to feel free. With Raquel in the house I can talk to her whenever I want. With Andrea and Charlie knowing I feel closer to my friends again. I have mended all the bridges I couldn't maintain in the closet.

All in two weeks. High five?

But there's still a little way to go. But now at least. I feel de-closeted.

To Tell:
Dad.
Sister.
Ben and other mates.
Miki and other housemates.
Jenny.


I'm back.


Sam

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The Second Step

SO... okay it's been a while. But I have had a busy week!


but first thing's first

Ben's party

Ben is staying in halls ('dorms' for the non-brit) in Manchester and he had invited a few people round for a party at his the friday night. I came early, before everyone else but I was later than planned and other arrivals were imminent, so I didn't get a chance to talk to him alone, which is probably a good thing because I have no idea what I might have said...

Dave, a friend from home who recently came out, came too. as did Jamie, Ben's ex; who I have never really spoke to, except when he was with Ben obv. and this other guy Nathan, also gay, came too in addition to some random others, who I haven't really met before...

We all got drunk in the house, then went out to two bars. Then Ben ended up going back to the house with some of the other guests. Leaving me, Dave, Nathan, Jamie and some others just floating. We all ended up going to Canal Street (someone had covered two of the letters to spell 'anal treet' lol - love it.) It was great, music was wicked, just had a great time.

Dave and I were walking back ahead of the group together talking. I was relaxed. I don't know why but I told him. Everything.


It just felt right...


This Thursday I went home for Charlie's birthday and I was talking to him and I told him. Nearly everything (skipped the 'I used to have a crush on you part... that would've been weird...') and he was more than fine with it. It was out of the blue but great.


It just felt right...


But the MOST amazing thing of all happened today.


Me and Raquel (my flatmate) went to Fibre; a gay bar where Miki works, to surprise him. We got there and he wasn't there. So we sat down. She was talking about relationships and I could feel the 'I have to tell you' feeling building up inside me. She was reaching the end of her romantic dilemmas rant and I could see the reciprocating question stampeding toward the conversation... so I prepared myself. I built my speech up to it. The words all planned.


Problem was I couldn't get the words out. It was too risky. Far too high pressure. We were in a public place. I was getting embarassed. I blushed. Heavily. My god. (I'm mixed race. trust me. blushing is a feat within itself....) 


She saw me struggling with it so long I could tell I was giving myself away. She was smiling and I knew she had figured it out.


'Are you trying to say you like guys Sam?'


....


'Yeah. Kind of. Yeah Basically'


'Okay... so why are you making such a big deal out of it?'


I laughed. Relief and genuine hilarity.


She took it well. Great actually. We talked at great length but had to stop cos Raya came and met us (a girl I was with in freshers, I figured telling her then would have been awkward in more ways than I needed at that moment)


THEN My phone rang. It was Andrea.


Andrea and I have been BEST BEST BEST friends since we were 6 years old. We are like minded in nearly every possible way, she is a lot more carefully planned and executed than me, but that aside... We have always had a deep, unexplainable, connection. We are literally like siblings and above everyone, her reaction is the one I feared. The one that would literally make or break the coming out process. Which is why I have been putting it off.


I answered the phone and I can't explain it, but before she even spoke I could tell she was about to tell me something important. I excused myself from the conversation with Raquel and Raya and went outside.


We were talking. She told me she had something to tell me and I said I did too.


I told her I was attracted to guys.


She was fine with it.


She told me that she has gender identity disorder (I think that's its proper name???)


I was fine with it.


The conversation went on for at least two hours... surgery (hers), coming out (both of ours), men(mine), our past. All under scrutiny. Beautiful. You couldn't put it in a film, honestly surreal...


I said I have always kind of known. She said she always kind of knew about me.


Why have we wasted so much time?!






BEST DAY EVER!


I feel so strong now she knows. I cant explain that either. Now she is fine with it I just feel like I can tell anyone else and I DON'T care how they take it. I guess she is the only person I know I can't live in the disapproval of. 


I have NEVER felt this happy to be me.


WOOOHOOO!!!


Good. Times.


- Bit hyper as you can imagine. Sorry if it makes no sense!




Sam




p.s. Eduardo and i_lk_me - I'm not gonna lie. I REALLY couldn't have made a single step without your support. Whatever ends up happening  - I can't thank you enough for helping me come to terms with myself and my identity and of course being here for the closeted madness from day one... How you put up with all this is a testament to your endurance.

Thanks for making me feel a LITTLE less crazy.

You ROCK!

Major love

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