Monday, October 26, 2015

My Earliest Queer Memory, by Pat Gourley


This is more difficult to write on than I at first thought it would be. I believe the realization that I was different or as Harry Hay was fond of saying “other” was a gradual process with many little steps and discoveries along the way. This process of realization long preceded my actual coming out which I define largely as an internal acceptance and certainly not an initial sexual act. Again paraphrasing Hay it took years to realize that the only thing I did have in common with straight people was what I did in bed.

I think this is true of queer awakening in general in that it rarely initially involves the sexual but rather a profound and deeply real sense that we are not like our peers in some fundamental way.  This may take the form of what society would call gender nonconformity perhaps in dress, actions, mannerisms and speech but again I think it can be even less blatant and more elusive than that.  These expressions despite their honest innocence are often met with quick and at times harsh rebuke. For me personally it took the forms of loving to cook and garden and when we did play cowboys and Indians I always insisted on being Crazy Horse or Cochise, an interesting twist on being “other”.

Oh and of course there were those times when we played school and I was always the nun.  Prancing around with a couple bath towels serving as a shawl and headgear for a makeshift nun’s habit. This was behavior that should have been a siren-like clue to somebody that this little kid was not fitting into the norm.

My first sexual encounter with another man was a spectacular bit of mutual masturbation that took place in the biology lab of my Catholic High School with a wonderful man 20 years my senior in the spring of 1967. This was though preceded by years of many little messages some subtle and some others not so subtle that hey I wasn’t like a lot of other little boys. I date my real coming out though to almost a decade later. The Gay Community Center of Colorado and the LGBT folks I met there playing a very significant role in cementing my comfort with my queer identity.

For years I was fascinated and aroused especially by older men and any snippet of their naked physiques I could spot and believe me I went out of my way to catch a glimpse whenever I could.  My dad’s beautiful naked ass being on rare occasions a wonderful source of inspiration! I was in some ways sheltered from blatant homophobia in the form of overt harassment because of my fey nature in part by the all-encompassing cocoon of Catholicism that totally enveloped my life at home and at school. Something that I really only broke free of when I went off to college in the fall of 1967.

Though I have no doubt I was exhibiting less than desirable “little boy” qualities from an early age it wasn’t until about the 4th grade that I started to respond ever so indirectly to little cues that this could be a bumpy ride. In hindsight it all proved pretty smooth from about 1960 until the full Monty so to speak that was my life by the mid-1970’s. I attribute my coming out being relatively smooth with little drama , even though it took about a decade and a half, to wonderful parents and a host of older teachers and mentors along the way that were accepting and even celebrating of difference and not of course only in the queer arena.

Queer awakening is rich with possibilities for growth that are unique to us as a people.  If we make it through this process alive, and most of us do, we come out the other side so often strong and vibrant individuals. Despite gains in the areas of marriage equality and military access the coming out process for most remains initially a unique character building solo-process with still very few societal supports and unfortunately to this day many very negative messages. These admonitions to shun the “other” may not be as blatant and intense as in the past but they still remain and are quite daunting for little queer folk.

Again it is amazing how many of us make it through to the other side stronger than ever. And this is why continued support of community-based organizations that programmatically facilitate the coming out process remains paramount in moving the gay agenda forward. This Story Telling Group comes quickly to mind as one such effort.

© 17 Jul 2015 

About the Author 

I was born in La Porte Indiana in 1949, raised on a farm and schooled by Holy Cross nuns. The bulk of my adult life, some 40 plus years, was spent in Denver, Colorado as a nurse, gardener and gay/AIDS activist. I have currently returned to Denver after an extended sabbatical in San Francisco, California.

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