last night, after revisiting a recurring discussion of me being a sad gay™ forever with a friend, we had the following exchange:
Me: being gay is too complicated, I want a refund @God
Friend: Would you um. Would you rather be straight
and I can’t really tell you why, but this is literally like, THE FUNNIEST THING IVE EVER HEARD. and i mean, i have some preliminary thoughts as to why:
1.) i was literally so shocked. like somehow, my brain didn’t process that the opposite of “gay” was “straight.” so i was literally shocked
2.) THAT RESPONSE SO CLEARLY EMBODIED OUR DISDAIN FOR CISHETS AJDLKSJAFJFJAFJDJFJ
3.) omfg that was the best comeback ever if you’re not laughing by now I don’t know what’s up with you lollol
And I mean, as funny as this (and it really is truly fucking hilarious. as was our ensuing conversation about useless and disaster lesbians [i am a disaster lesbian] but that is neither here nor there. lol), ive really been stuck about whether or not i should be pushing myself into this “binary” of sexuality. gay, straight, bi(sexual)…none of these labels have ever fit me, and i mostly haven’t wanted them to.
but ive been such a “complicated” queer from the get go, that figuring out my “place” in the world of queerness has been an extremely complex process. at the beginning it was like i could get just a whiff of queerness, but was never actually close enough to smell it, let alone taste it. i really didn’t fit in. was too much on the outskirts.
and i mean, i debate to this day if i didn’t “allow” myself to acknowledge feelings for women when i was younger because of internalized homophobia or feeling threatened because of my confused womanhood, but i honestly don’t think that was it. ive never felt like ive hated any of the queerness for existing inside myself. i moreso hated my father for not allowing it to come out.
and this goes back to the conversation about me “struggling” with my straightness. because there have been times in my life were ive actively been interested solely or mostly in men (i know, i know, kinda bleh). that doesn’t change my being panromantic, but i definitely do fall into the “straight read” category, and my queerness is in jeopardy. am i queer for being demi(or possible a-)sexual, or for sga (same gender attraction)? that’s really hard for me to deal with.
and that pressure definitely existed/became evident when i started to spend time with cis queers and wlw (women who love women). being afab, of course there had to be “sapphic energy” within my soul somewhere. of course i was expected to love women.
and so now i feel guilty for even thinking/wanting male partners, in a platonic/queerplatonic capacity (ive pretty much given up on romantic male partners lol). and i definitely feel the urge to talk about romantic interests solely in terms of women/woman-aligned folk.
and i mean, gosh, yes, women are beautiful. Black women are beautiful. i love women.
but talking about my love for women *always* has to be romantic, and talking about romantic interests means *always* centering women, and none of those are completely true for me.
a friend (who i dearly love) told me that i couldn’t call myself a “man-hating lesbian” (as a joke, lmfao) because that wasn’t fully accurate. i couldn’t be a lesbian, had i forgotten that i was ace? and also i wasn’t a cis woman wtf lmfao, and she laughed at me. and it was all in good fun lol, but i think she didn’t realize that that was a form of gatekeeping.
like yeah, there are ace lesbians. there are nonbinary and non-cis lesbians too. neither of those two things can prevent my entry into “lesbianism” (humour me, if you will. i am having too much fun with this😂😂😂).
when i was still on facebook (i left that motherfucker again lol) someone commented on some kind of controversial post that lesbian has always meant “non-men people being attracted to non-men people, regardless of who else they might be attracted to” (not the exact wording, but close enough) and i found that wildly interesting, but didn’t look into it anymore until i came across another post about how the history of lesbian and bisexual women are inseparable/intertwined and there really is a lot i didn’t know about the history of lesbian and bisexual as classification terms and as identity markers and i found that facebook thread to be really informative.
and if we used that definition of a lesbian: “non-men people being attracted to non-men people, regardless of who else they might be attracted to.” then a lottttt of people may possibly identify as lesbian.
so why has lesbian become so concentrated to gender? and from what it seems like on the surface, to cis women? or people who fit into the “binary” notion of womanhood? because it’s kind of weird and isolating to try and figure out what “spaces” you belong in as a queer person who is nonbinary. like, i feel like there is this assumption that all of us are bi or pan or whatever, and that is simply not true lmfao. like ive said before, there are “straight” enby people, and we/they are actively erased (still trying to figure out if me being heterosensual is me being straight. idk, idk, idk. lol).
and words that were really affirming for me in high school (like panromantic, aroflux, quoiromantic, polysexual–especially demisexual, polysexual, sexually fluid, and queer) no longer serve the same function for me as they did then. are these words/identity markers still useful? yes. while they no longer give me the feeling that i had street cred because i knew “what kind of queer” i was, they have been useful in seeking out other people i could connect with (like this demisexual blog on tumblr, or other demisexual people on campus, or people for whom the split attraction model also accurately described, like my friend (? or person i just know lol,) who is heteroromantic and bisexual). but this unwieldy list of words (femme-leaning panromantic demipolysexual, aroflux, quoiromantic, sex ambivalent and sexually fluid occasionally romance-repulsed heterosensual queer person) does nothing for anyone but me. it doesn’t explain anything to friends or potential partners because they get stuck before the first word. It kind of defeats the purpose of labels, as they’re meant to concisely convey a concept or idea or a representation of some aspect of your identity. like Black. and other qualifiers that might be added to it, for example, a dark-skinned Black woman, give more context without being overwhelming. my list of attraction characteristics reads off as a judge reading off all the charges a Black man is getting for dealing a dime bag in the ’80s. no joke.
and so im stuck in my queerness, right. in my little queer prison. and i feel like if i ‘fess up about being too complex for ~no good reason~ and pledge allegiance to sappho, i can regain entry into The Club of Gay.
because it’s hard, feeling completely invisible, even around others who are less visible, in a world where no one seems to just GET it.
my queerness is complicated and i feel like the best i can do for her is to stuff her into the costume that is lesbian and let her hibernate there for a little bit. by the time she wakes up, hopefully the world will have expanded its mind to the different shades of queerness.
until then. im going to be masquerading as a dyke✌🏾 peace out lol