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Mel - It can be difficult finding someone to really talk to. You usually need to work beyond the acquaintance. Maybe try some of the support groups like GaMMA (Gay and Married Mens Association).
Panther - Fri Apr 9 8:59:43 1999
Pluto - I cane out at 22. There are many on Pinkboard who came out in there 40s and 50s. On the press, they find it easier to stereotype than to portray real people. The GLBT communities are extremely diverse. All we really have in common is our sexuality. If you look you will find others like you.
Panther - Thu May 27 20:23:32 1999
The NSW Parliament should have just made it even easier for gay men, lesbians and bisexuals to come out. (Nothing specifically for transexuals thins time.) Same-sex relationships are now going to be recognised as legally de-facto relationships. This gives us even more legitimacy.
Panther - Sat Jun 5 10:02:31 1999
The things that I picture inside my head,
to me are things that are not easily said.
It's one of those things that makes me lie,
It is the one thing I constantly deny.
I'm afraid of the outcome if I should speak,
the proudest of you might call me weak.
I just can't seem to overcome my fear,
of breaking the news to the ones I hold dear.
I can't rid the feeling of my constant panic,
I'm frightened this thing will send me manic.
I'm sure that there are others that feel the same,
I know what you're feeling, I know their pain.
My friends are people I would like to tell,
although I know some would not wish me well.
I don't want lose the security I've got,
but keep it to myself I no longer cannot.
My family is the one thing I don't want to lose,
I Lesbianism is the life I choose.
I know that they love me, perhaps they wont care,
but I'm too scared as I think they're totally unaware.
i suppose the worst they could do is totally reject me,
but this would hurt me, deeply effect me.
I wish they would realise and guess for themselves,
then I could come out of the closet, wipe the dust from MY shelves.
Jo - Wed Jul 14 17:42:03 1999
Hey I'm no Wordsworth but those were my feelings and they say a lot about what I was dealing with. If they help just one of my brothers and sisters (You Guys again) Then They've achieved their purpose.
Gazza - Wed Sep 15 4:18:34 1999
Locked away inside my heart
Is the life I want to lead
Locked away but always there
It's never-ending presence tears
At my grip on reality
Jed - Sun Oct 3 5:12:38 1999
No matter what they tell us
No matter what they do
No matter what they teach us
What we believe is true
No matter what they call us
However they attack
No matter where they take us
We'll find our own way back
I can't deny what I believe
I can't be what I'm not
I know our love's forever
I know no matter what
If only tears were laughter
If only night was day
If only prayers were answers
Then we would hear God say
No matter what they tell you
No matter what they do
No matter what they teach you
What you believe is true
And I will keep you safe and strong
And shelter from the storm
No matter where it's barren
Our dream is being born
No matter who they follow
No matter where they lead
No matter how they judge us
I'll be everyone you need
No matter if the sun don't shine
Or if the sky is blue
No matter what the ending
My life began with you
I can't deny what I believe
I can't be what I'm not
I know this love's for ever
That's all that matters now
No matter what
perth17 - Thu Oct 7 16:31:40 1999
His name was Daniel, but I called him Blue Eyes, cause he had the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. He got knocked around alot. But one day, I was walking through the quadrangle, and three Year 11 boys were kicking and punching him like a rag doll. I sat there and watched. Unsure of whether to intervene. They were screaming "Faggot" and "Poofta" at him.
One of them turned and saw me watching. He yelled "What are you looking at?" to me. If this was what happened when you were gay, I wasn't going to say anything. He turned back and kept kicking him. After about 5 minutes they ran off. He held the ground like a child holds it's mother. I went over and tried to help him up. He pushed me away.
"I saw you!" he said. "I'm sorry" is all I could say back. "You're gay too, arn't you?". It was more a statement than a question. "I'm sorry", again, was all I could say. "Yea, so am I" he said, and limped away.
The next day, I walked into the school yard, and ran into the 3 same boys from the day before. "Hey, did ya hear?", the blond one asked me. "Hear what", I said back. Not really interested. "The faggot is dead" he yelled like he was parading a trophy. I ran straight to the principals office. Glenda (the secretary) was typing a letter.
"Did someone from this school die?", I asked. "Yes" she said flatly. Just as I burst into tears, my prinipal opened the door. He ushered me inside, gave me a tissue, and I sat down. "Did you know Damien Johnson?". Hearing his name stung like a bee. I just blurted everything out, including my being gay.
He just sat at his desk and looked thoughtfully at me. He gave me a letter so I could go home for the day. I must admit. Finally speaking to someone made a difference. But Daniel wasn't so lucky. For a long time, those deep blue eyes still haunted my dreams, but I've grown to forgive myself.
My family don't speak to me now that they know I'm gay. I was even refused to go to my mothers funeral. I've had to fight to keep the strength I've gained. It's always easier for some, and more difficult for others. But hopefully in the future, being gay, isn't going to be a major issue.
But violence is wrong. This is why, whenever you see homophobic violence (even if it's just bitchy comments), put a stop to it.
God knows you could save someone's life.
OmegaMoon23@Hotmail.Com - Wed Oct 20 20:06:02 1999
You're life is not screwed up. It may not be perfect right at this moment but you still have every chance to be happy. If you need someone to talk to who does understand, call the Gay and Lesbian Counselling service in your state. You can find their number in the community listings of this site.
Others have gone thru what you are going thru and they have survived just like you will. You are not alone.
Take care
Jono - Thu Oct 21 18:00:31 1999
One of your questions was what religion could accept you. Have a look at the MCC - Metropolitan Community Church. I think they have a web site and quite a few churches around Australia and the world.
Panther - Fri Oct 29 21:53:43 1999
Repugnantly quivering the humped child exhaustingly lay.
Battered with countless bruises the nightmare still remains.
Gasps of tearful whimpers choked the urine stained air.
Cold metal piping thrashing thy tiny body everywhere.
Shaking uncontrollable in a pool of warm oozing blood.
Tormented eternally at how you gave no love.
Anger, violence and your sick reminder of my blood kept on the wall.
Punched repeatedly in the back of the head, slammed door.
Threatened with axes and shovels the bashings raged with deadly force.
Suicidal I had no value and no self-worth.
Thrown hard into the fence I took shelter for the night in the kennel with the dog.
Cold concrete, dog biting and endless buzzing of mosquitoes.
Struggling, reaching desperately out for the kindness in hurt.
Pushed and beaten to the ground, strangled in phone cord.
Starved of basic food and milk, the storm pelted.
Trying to embrace an identity, I was belted.
Hatred grew billowing in a firing charred ash of disgust.
In your weakened mind I just was not good enough.
Locked in cupboards and hidden in a tiny attic room.
Silently awaiting the next jig saw piece of my doom.
When I so needed the guidance in love, a hug never came.
At 14 years old I ran to the streets and left the shelter of a mad man
Unable to slit another wrist for your demented perfection.
No more will I endure a lifetime of rejection.
If I was a brilliantly coloured bird in flight, my wings were cut.
If I was a bright bursting morning, the curtains were drawn shut.
If I was a conforming brick in a strong wall, I was bashed out.
If I was smiling for dreams in its rarity, I got a slapped mouth.
There was no tenderness, support or loving strength.
Thank-you for what you never gave to fathering.
Loneliness smiled at me when I entered the refuge at 14 years old.
The lesbian youth workers helped me realise that I was not alone.
Falling to pieces the school battle raged with being viciously teased.
At times I was dazed in total confusion at my wits end and on my knees
I sat in McDonalds on my birthday, all alone crying in loss.
Went back home to the refuge, I was given a card and a big hug.
I walked all the way from Carlton to Collingwood for Young and Gay.
Emotionally distraught I paced outside in fear of not knowing what to say.
For an hour I struggled to walk through the hall door.
To take the first big steps I was in total dread of it all.
Wrecked in a falling haze of tears I shook with courage and entered.
Although extremely late, I was greeted warm hearted and tender.
Fear smiled to happiness as the bursts of lights gleamed.
Slowely but surely this was the beginning of my dream.
Flowers streamed across the air as the past ebbed away.
The window pane was clearing, I was no longer a haze.
I made great new friends and we all reflected on the hurt.
The sun no longer was eclipsed it was beaming in self-worth.
Forgiveness and understanding that I was something new.
My sexuality and expression for you was like the morning dew.
Frozen in dew you could only see bits and pieces, scarcely a thing.
5 years later you cried and said how sorry you were for everyting.
I walked on through storms, hail, thunder and the dark clouds.
Falling in love at 16 years old I found that happiness can reach out.
So I touched it as gently as the wings of a butterfly fluttered.
I melted in the arms of a strange kind man that was my lover.
We rented a house and found each other and more importantly ourselves.
I am now 24 years old, writen a book that sits dotingly on my shelf.
It reminds me of all the hurt, pain and happiness along the way.
How I found myself and how I eventually came to stay.
We can scale the highest mountains and sail the roughest seas.
Most importantly when you find yourself, it is a comming out victory.
By Alan Antony Moody
alymoody@hotmail.com
I am proud, stronger and will strive forward in the committment to gay and lesbian equalities. If you would like to comment feel free to drop me an e-mail.
Alan Antony Moody - Wed Nov 10 1:57:02 1999
Alan - Thanks for your story. I am glad that you have found love and strength after such a horrible start.
Panther - Wed Nov 10 9:11:27 1999
The scene used to be the major focus of "the community", but the community has grown and now includes lots more. You don't have to be part of the scene to be gay or lesbian.
Panther - Sun Dec 5 11:26:53 1999