(July 4, 2015 at 4:37 pm)Yeauxleaux Wrote:Why do they need to know? There is a point where people use being hurt and disappointed to control us. When a person starts going there I say fuck that. I guess coming out about who you are sexually is not much different from me telling my mother (an ordained evangelist) that I'm no longer a Christian. You and I have both dealt with people who demand more respect than they are willing to give. Sometimes the need to tell is strong because there's a limit to how close you can get to a person when you have all this stuff you can't talk to them about. Even now my mother is pretending I'm still a Christian, but she knows and she has said some things to me that make me reluctant to sleep in her house with both eyes closed.(July 4, 2015 at 3:49 pm)Rhondazvous Wrote: though some said they would feel betrayed that they had not known
To a point, that's understandable to me. I think some people do wonder "well, did they not trust me?" when a friend they've known since the Stone Age finally tells them. I remember when I was coming out, I tried to explain to some of my long-term friends that my choice not to tell them was about me not being ready, not about trust. I knew my best friend Kris would be supportive for ages before I finally said it, but I just wasn't ready to come out.
That said, when someone takes this feeling of betrayal to an extreme, that to me just reeks of this pathetic "straight victim" narrative. There are many reasons why someone might not scream about being gay, some people have this entitlement where they feel they need to know.
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.