rkyjockdn saidThank you for posting this video. It's 45 minutes long, but well worth the time.
I lived through much of this, having come out in 1978. It brought back many memories (and a few tears) while recalling the hedonism of the late 70's and the growing horror of the AIDS crisis in the 80's and 90's.
Your very welcome. I just chanced upon it and thought it pretty well done. But no, it's not a whole 45 minutes long. That might discourage the short of attention from watching. In reality and to everyone but a size-queen's delight, it's quite short, merely 60 seconds per year.
I too came out early into this. First catastrophically a mere year after we came off the DSM while attending my last high school among friends I'd only had for my year there. I came out again in my 2nd year college, this time, I thought, safely, to my then best friend and roommate of 2 years who told everyone in the dorm by next day, the dick. No one dumped me like the first time--in fact, in thinking back, they were quite kind and some even coming onto me but I was quite scared--but I wasn't ready as just their knowing freaked me out and I changed schools.
So in my third year college, I was determined to live as an out man, making a conscious decision to never again befriend anyone without them first knowing me as my sexual self, realizing that out was fine, it was coming out that sucked. To be comfortable in the world, I needed to be in their eyes who I was from the get go, not to have some transformation mid-relation. I ain't no fuckin' butterfly. I'm a proud and out caterpillar and I'm going to go munch this leaf now.
During that time I had a two year relationship and then after he dumped me I later found the true love of my life. During those 10 years I came out to those I grew up with, many of them expressing disappointment that I hadn't been out in our early youth, their revisionist version of our childhoods together. Many of them in my life still, wonderful people.
You're right about the tearing up. In my 10 years with the love of my life then, we had only two fights, one about washing the dog and one about AIDS when it first came out. We were on our way to party in NYC when I'd absent-mindedly pulled off a scab and my own bleeding freaked me out, even though we were both healthy. We just didn't have all the info yet. I was so freaked and when he couldn't calm me down he pulled the car over in traffic, pulled me out and nearly slammed me against it to get me back under control. Those were scary days but we survived it and we said fuck it and we didn't let AIDS change who we are.
polfsky saidThis is actually quite eye-opening.
Yeah, some good info there. I'd known from a past read that our US Vietnam protesters were in part involved in the makings of the Socialist attitudes in Canada's politics but I don't think I was aware until this vid of the gay aspects there particularly. I found that real interesting. I was not aware at all of the raids that galvanized their gay liberation movement. I found that very moving to learn about them and remember about us how our opening ourselves up to our sexual selves spurred this entire movement that brought us such freedoms and dignities that I might now proudly declare:
Will suck dick for marriage.