I sat in my therapy group this morning at 7.30am. A gay man in his early thirties shared his addiction story (drugs and alcohol). He caught my attention when he said that he didn’t come out until very recently because he wanted people to like him and he feared that if he told those he knew that he was gay they wouldn’t.
If I had heard his story a year ago I might very well have sympathized with him but I sat there remembering that this was Jake’s rationale for not coming out until the end of his twenties.
The desire to be liked has never really interested me, being disliked is far more rewarding, one always knows exactly where one stands. Yet, I think that this desire to be liked may be how a great number of people think. It seems imperative that they are liked even if they have to live a total lie.
To be liked? It seems so desperate. I guess that pathetic JB is getting a whole lot of sympathy from family and friends but especially from susceptible gay men as he miserably tells his tragic story.
Poor Jake knew that he was gay when he was 15 years old, brought up by kindly, understanding liberal parents (why didn’t he tell them?) went to Ithaca University upstate New York (I know out gay men who were his contemporaries) couldn’t come out at Uni apparently because it was a macho uni..he told me that if he had gone to NYU he would have come out earlier….blah blah blah. He then decided to work in the film industry which, as you imagine, is sooooo homophobic. Couldn’t wouldn’t tell a fucking soul…OH..WAIT…he did tell a soul..he told all the men he was fucking because an ‘on the down low’ gay guy is MUCH sexier to fucked up gay men than just a regular gay guy. He learned that very quickly.
When he finally came clean, came out, thrown out of his East Village porn performance pad he was GENUINELY disturbed that her friends, their neighbours didn’t see it his way. Where was the fucking sympathy? Where’s MY SYMPATHY!!!
Even though she tried extracting the truth he STILL couldn’t tell her everything. He continued lying to her even though she gave him ample opportunity to tell her the truth.
Listen, I sit in those therapy rooms listening to men who get caught cheating every single day. How pathetic they become when their world of lies and intrigue is blown apart. It is almost FUNNY how wronged some of them think they are.
I sat in that room this morning loathing that stranger telling his story.
Poor guy, he wanted to be liked so he lied to everyone including his parents and his girlfriend etc. It was horribly familiar.
Fuck you lying addict gay guy. This arrogant raconteur, this self-obsessed, manipulative, entitled asshole. I was just amazed that in this day and age he expected us to feel sorry for him. In 2010 are we still feeling sorry for people who want to be liked so much that they pathologically lie to the whole world?
Jake lied and lied and lied. He took risks with his own and his girlfriend’s health. He set aside his career and his ambition, and when he finally came clean blamed his ex gf for ruining his life because she threw him out of the house.
Want to know something even more damning? He urged me to see it his way.
Most gay men would…but I didn’t. For all of you, like Tres Triste, who want to blame me for his misery just give a thought to how I bullied him into telling that poor girl the truth. Yes, I bullied him into it…because what he was doing to her was cruel and dangerous and one day she will thank me because he would have married her.
Think about HER.
Those of us who bravely told the truth when we were young about our sexuality were made to pay the price.
Before this morning I really hadn’t given Jake much thought. I don’t bother imagining his life now because it doesn’t take much imagination to figue out exactly what’s going on. Jake is an addict and his life’s trajectory is obvious to any of one of us who identify as addicts.
The asshole who commented that I was dragging Jake into my fucked up world forgot, it seems, that Jake in fact dragged me into his fucked up world. A world of lies, deceit, false promises and a desire to be liked at all costs.
That pretty girl squandered her twenties (as well as finding true love) on him, she should sue the nasty little liar for what he stole from her..because it can never, ever be replaced.
Thankfully the $2,000 that he owes me can and will be replaced.
Can you imagine waking up on the eve of your thirties expecting to marry the man of your dreams only to find out that every moment of every day you shared with him was a total lie?
Apparently it was her fault for not realizing that he was a lying. After all, he didn’t have any interest in sports. At the end of October that poor girl has to move out of her home, has to find somewhere else to live. Just because he wanted to be liked at all costs.
The gays will love him. They’ll understand. As long as he’s cute and puts out and doesn’t have any emotions. Oh yes, he’ll fit in with the mediocre, middle of the road, bourgeoise gays..just fine.
It’s still fucking hot here in Malibu. 90somethingdegrees. I feel a bit tense. I feel a bit miserable. I feel a bit powerless..hence I end up blogging about Jake. Somehow blogging about him makes me feel better.
Finally, the guy who shared this morning told us that he is HIV positive because he was taking meth. Oh GAYS! The gays don’t seem to think about condoms when they are high on meth which is great for the drug companies because every expendable gay with HIV is worth $3,000,000 to big pharma.