by Dwight Cathcart

by Dwight Cathcart

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

The Court, the Court


Remember the Supreme Court. Remember how fragile is the majority in Roe v. Wade and the majority in Lawrence v. Texas

These are essential cases, defining the kind of nation we live in. If the Supreme Court reverses itself in either one, the place of women and  of gay people will be transformed, and we will become aliens in our own land.

Do not forget the Supreme Court, when you come to vote.
Thursday, October 18, 2012

Come Out! (3)


Coming out—both the action and the word—differs depending on where you live. It seems it has always been easier to come out in coastal California and in the Northeast than in the South and the middle parts of the country. It has been easier in New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco, and other big cities, and it can be really difficult in small towns around the country. It also differs by your age. A man born before the Second World War would have been an adult for ten years before Stonewall changed everything, but a guy born in the early fifties might experience the sudden changes of Stonewall as if these things have always been this way. A guy born in 1990 might see Stonewall and all it meant as ancient history. Yet we all end up in the same Gay Pride Marches.

What’s interesting is that in the same hundred-thousand-person crowd, someone may say, “When I came out,” and mean something very different by it than the man walking next to him. Or, a person may say, “I never came out,” and be standing next to a man who has never come out either, but for reasons diametrically opposed to the first person. He never had to.

I don’t think I ever came out—or else the process was so long and done so gradually that there was never a moment when I was able to say, and after that I was out. But the man standing next to me in the parade, who has just graduated from college, can legitimately say, “I never came out, either,” because he grew up in an upscale family outside of Boston, and about the time he was discovering the idea of sex, he was discovering that it was all happening because he liked boys, and he talked to his dad about it. 

I suspect that there will be larger and larger percentages of people who say they never came out. I suspect that the phrase come out is going to have a mainly historical interest. Even more, the word closet is going to be less and less useful for gay people. It will be applied to a smaller and smaller period in one’s life—finally not even to the few month period between a boy’s discovering what his dick can do and his realization that it’s boys and this is not going to change. The whole point of the word will be lost.

I suspect that the admonition Come out! is going to be useful mainly for people in the movement for gay liberation to those not in it and finally is going to have only an historical meaning. Instead of being a statement of what all gay and lesbian people have to do, it is going to be useful only for certain people during a certain period of our history. And all those not interested in our past will forget about it. 

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Come Out! (2)

Conventional wisdom would have us believe that the period before we came out, was a terrible place. The closet. Billeh, in the Daily Kos, quotes Paul Monette, who calls it a “hidden life,” and “half a life.” This is the way gay writers and politicians think about what went before coming out. I am sure that is true for some people, but it is not true for many others. I got married in 1965 and I had children in 1969 and 1970, and while that life was difficult, it was not impossible and it was emphatically not “half a life.” During that time—a period that began for us in 1965 and ended finally twenty years later in 1984—I earned a PhD, my wife and I bought and sold three houses. I wrote a book that was published by a major university press. We raised two children, and I got a promotion and tenure, we established ourselves in our community, and we did all of this even though the conventional wisdom in the gay community was that I was closeted, living half a life. That’s outrageous. 

I have been gay my entire life, beginning when I was about ten. I have never been bisexual. I got married because I was looking for a way to live, and at that time the gay people that I knew seemed to be rebels and I wasn’t yet able to rebel against my culture. At that time, I thought I wanted to be a college professor and to live the life I did, in fact, live for almost twenty years. I met a woman, and she and I fell in love. We shared an amazingly rich world view. It is not true that if gay men fall in love with women and marry them, they are at least bisexual. These terms are dependent upon the subject’s self-perception. They are not dependent upon who or what gender he is having sex with. I never had any sexual responses to any woman even remotely comparable to the sexual response I have had to men. But the gender of the person I have fallen in love with was infinitely less important than the kinds of things she and I both found important—the paintings we liked, the furniture, the design of houses, our children at every stage of their growth, the books we liked—but I never lost my sense of myself as a gay man, and, during the almost twenty years of my marriage, I told many, many people, both men and women, that I was gay. I was gay, I was also monogamous, as I had promised at my marriage, and I was about as happy as most married men of 44.

But what astonishes me is that nobody is really happy with the way I was living my life. Certain people on the political spectrum didn’t like it that I had, in my mind, images of sex with other men while having sex with a woman. And after Stonewall in 1969, there were plenty of gay men who would have called me the dread word, closeted, and didn’t like it that I was living with a woman and fathering children while professing to be gay. And yet I didn’t think I was unique. To the contrary, I thought I was pretty typical of gay men of my generation, some large percentage of whom had gotten married and had fathered children. What was coming clear to me was that our sex lives were not nearly as clear as our language seemed to imply, with its short list of binaries: men and women, gay and straight. Things are messier than that, yet not less interesting, or valuable, or moral, or healthy. 
Thursday, October 11, 2012

Come Out! (1)


As long as our culture is homophobic, many gay people are going to feel they have to come out. It’s an act of courage, self-defense and self-respect. 

But I don’t think we think often about what we do when we come out and about what it means. Few people think about the fact that straight people don’t come out, although my children and grandchildren—all straight—individually came out to me several years ago. I take it that one difference between my children and grandchildren, on the one hand, and me, on the other, is that we continue to live in a mainly homophobic society, and it is necessary for me to declare myself against that bigotry and to take a political stand. While children and grandchildren aren’t required by the politics of their time to take a stand, they came out to me and to C, my partner, because they love us. 

A diary by STEVEinMI’s in Daily Kos today discusses the effect of coming out on the people around Steve in Michigan who are not necessarily gay. Another diary from Daily Kos, from Billeh, quotes Harvey Milk: "Gay brothers and sisters, you must come out. Come out to your parents ... Come out to your relatives. Come out to your friends, if indeed they are your friends. Come out to your neighbors, to your fellow workers, to the people who work where you eat and shop. Come out only to the people you know, and who know you. Not to anyone else. But once and for all, break down the myths, destroy the lies and distortions. For your sake. For their sake." 

The trouble with all this is that Harvey Milk and Steve in Michigan are both telling me I must come out. In a free society, in which it is just as easy to be gay as straight, it should be a personal choice. I am aware we don’t live in a free society, and it is not just as easy to be gay as to be straight, but we shouldn’t forget that a free society is our goal. In a truly free society, my sexual orientation is an entirely personal fact. All of us ought to remember that, while we give money to candidates and to HRC and work to get out the vote. The more we are successful, the less permanent will be our present patterns of thought. 

There’s going to come a time when people don’t have to come out and don’t have to think about the good of all mankind and can think only of themselves. That’s what we’re going for on such a personal subject.

It's also true that, even today, the language we use doesn't fit the present reality of people's lives.

There is a lot more to this subject. I will post Come Out! (2) and Come Out! (3) tomorrow and on the weekend, all as part of celebration of National Coming Out Day.