To Gay Men Of "LGB without T" Persuasion

It’s amazing what art can do to the human heart. Powerful enough stories can move us beyond where we thought we could go and open our eyes to perspectives we never considered. I write this on the heels of my first watch of Fellow Travelers which, for those not in the know, is a limited series telling the story of two gay men who meet and fall in love in McCarthy’s America.

While I could write an entire memoir about how this show impacted me and why it is so important and profound, I want to instead address cisgender gay men directly. Specifically those who are fighting to separate themselves from queer and trans people.

I finally understand.

I understand why you turn your backs on us. Why you choose to only fraternize and fornicate with those who look, dress, and act like you; who don’t challenge your view of yourself. It is all you have ever been allowed to know.

For a time, it was all any queer people were allowed to know. It wasn’t until 2003 that homosexual activity stopped being a criminal offense nation wide. Before many of the major milestones in queer liberation (Milk, Stonewall, etc), queer people were forced to live double lives. Worse, those who couldn’t or chose not to were tasked with concealing themselves lest they face social and legal repercussions.

For many, the mindset that required gay men to operate in the shadows hasn’t gone away, it’s simply taken a new form. Park bathrooms have become Sniffies. Queer speakeasies have become club darkrooms. Of course it is much safer now than it was before to be a gay man, but there are many cases where social stigmas that still exist require these men to continue living their lives from the closet. And gay men will continue to do so. No longer because their safety or their jobs are at risk, but because it is easier.

It is easier to go to your finance job, stay single, and only let yourself be open in gay safe spaces. It is easier to publicly condemn your trans and queer siblings to avoid being labeled a “groomer” or a “predator” by those who would just as soon see you go down with us. Gay men continue to hide because they can. They have a luxury that isn’t afforded to trans people.

Even during the AIDS epidemic, a time when the US government allowed its queer citizens to die, gay men could hide. Those who weren’t positive could stand and fight with their community or hide under their curtain of normalcy, exploring their loves and fears in silence and solitude.

Gay men will always have their safe havens; their Fire Islands, Eagles, etc. They can retreat behind excuses and social coding for as long as they breathe air, but they will never be able to hide from themselves.

It was Hawk’s story that brought upon this realization. His is not merely a story of reverence but a tale of warning. He spent his entire life cutting people off to avoid being hurt or inconvenienced and he ended up by himself. Both his real and false identities crashed around him. By the end, his queer allies had all but lost faith in him and the family he’d spent years crafting was splintered. His story is important, not just because it offers insight into the emotional and political trials of our queer forebears, but because of how he chose to handle them. At every turn, he chose himself over community. In the end that choice doomed his connection to both.

Fellow Travelers made me realize that, at least for queer people living in a country still attacking our freedoms, choosing your community IS choosing yourself.

To the men who would prefer to hide; who find it easier to fall into old patterns of behavior that were for so long forced upon us I beg you: Please break the cycle. You need not hide. Unlike in the mid 20th century, we live in a time where our collective voice has an unprecedented strength and reach. It is no longer necessary to live your lives in the shadows. We have reached a point in history where we can let queer and trans people fight alone and be vilified by those who don’t understand us or don’t know better. Or we can all come together to ensure what happened in Germany in the 1930s doesn’t happen again. We can come together to make sure we don’t have to make AIDS quilts for our trans sisters. We can come together to make sure the queer people of our future don’t have to lose another entire generation of elders.

Trans people are being attacked in America, but not like we’ve never seen. History is repeating itself. Our government and many of our fellow citizens are choosing normalcy over humanity. The system over the people.

Please don’t turn on us. Think about how much more difficult it will be to take the easy road when it no longer exists. Without trans people to scapegoat, gay safe spaces are the next targets. Those safe spaces, that would not have been possible without trans women like Sylvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson and so many more, would no longer be safe. And you would be standing alone.

Without us there is no you and without you there is no us. We are and always will be stronger together. In this time of crisis for the trans community, it is those who have the ability to exist passably in normalcy who will turn the tide. Those who have made up their minds about queer and trans people won’t be swayed by looking at us and being reminded of our humanity. But maybe learning about their peers, those who they view as one of them, will bring about change.

So the choice is yours. You can support the “LGB without the T” propaganda and bite the hand that has uplifted you, supported you, and thrown bricks for you. Or you can choose to recognize us for what we are. People. People who love and err and feel and fight and deserve the same freedoms we helped achieve for you. But know that if you choose to fight with us, you will never fight alone. Queer and trans people have NEVER failed to join the fight for queer liberation and this one is no different. We are here to stay and so are you.

Let’s create a world where you are no longer the only person you can trust. Let’s break the boundaries and cycles forced upon us by others. Let’s rise up together. For a better, freer, safer, and more honest tomorrow.

On The Meaning of Human Life

Lately, I’ve been thinking about why we do this. Live, that is. It’s exhausting, it’s painful, and in the grand scheme of the universe, what we do means absolutely nothing. What joy or comfort we bring to ourselves and others is fleeting and impermanent. So why do we keep going? What’s the point?

There isn’t. And that’s the point. I’ll explain, I promise.

Even before I realized what it was, I struggled with mental darkness. Suicidal ideations have plagued me for years, not in the form of plans or action, but in the desire to go to sleep and not wake up. In high school and college it was easier to ignore. I was too busy, tired, and/or preoccupied to spend any real time or energy focusing on why every action feels like a chore.

The pandemic, of course, gave me ample time to take that leap into my own mind but I was afraid to give those thoughts any of myself. I was, as most of us were, more isolated than I had ever been and was working through that nasty little “sleeping through meals” problem I developed in college. It wasn’t until I moved to New York and understood real freedom for the first time that I realized how trapped I was. How trapped we ALL are in our infinite and overwhelming unimportance. It’s ironic that at my most free, I felt my most stuck.

I reached one of my lowest points in November of 2022. I had thought about dying for years, but I never considered actually taking the steps. So, when I entered the kitchen and had a very clear vision of myself using a butterknife to open up my left forearm (vertical for results), I was quite surprised. Not at the absolute stupidity of thinking I could kill myself with a butterknife (I’d have better luck with a piece of paper), but at the fact that with no prompting or impetus, my brain could make that leap. My mind made it look so easy. Spooky stuff, indeed.

Of course I sought therapeutic and psychiatric help (anybody else take a little “happy pill” every day) but I changed something else that day. Until that point, I had run myself ragged admonishing myself for not sending every waking moment on developing my career or working in some capacity towards the life I want. My world view was completely shrouded in the idea that hard work meant no stopping points. The constant hustle. Before I could make any headway into tackling the burnout that helped exacerbate my desire to disappear, I had to change my mindset. That began with an epiphany.

Death is coming. It is the threshold every living creature will cross. The ultimate human experience. When I fantasize or worry about when that time will end for me, I remind myself that it will come regardless of whether or not it’s my choice. I might as well stick around, if for no other reasons than entertainment value and curiosity.

This mindset change wasn’t a cure-all, however. If death was coming for us all, then what difference do the maybe 40/50 extra years we give ourselves make. My current view of mortality rests on the conclusion that those years don’t matter. None of them do. So then, I ask myself, what makes any of this have meaning? What makes this endless cycle of living and feeling and struggling and dying we all undertake worth the trouble? For that answer, I turn to the Law of Conservation of Energy.

As with mass, energy cannot be created nor can it be destroyed. It simply shifts from one state to the next. Always moving and always present. Accepting the universe as infinite and undying, our actions on this planet are meaningless when compared to the breadth of a never-ending reality. Even if we do something to completely redefine this planet, Earth will die when the Sun cools in a couple billion years. And if we make it off this planet, the next one may be obliterated in a supernova or swallowed by a black hole. Humans may make it to a planet we thought habitable only to encounter a devastating cataclysm.

Keeping this in mind, I have rested on a philosophy of life a friend called “Optimistic Nihilism.” Because the universe is infinite, our actions mean nothing. It is impossible for us to take action that will result in any absolute permanence. So the reason for existing is simply to exist. In an infinite universe, the particles and energy that have existed forever have come together to create me for the short time I have. To create you for yours. Even in a reality where odds are obsolete, there is an almost zero percent chance of us existing again as we do now on this planet. So our fleeting human emotions and conflicts and struggles give us a reason to experience them. We are the only versions of us that ever will. The joy we feel will only ever be felt by us. Same for the triumph, the love, the sorrow, the impermanence. And because our lives have no real lasting impacts, our deaths won’t either. The reason for living is to live. To experience. In my mind, there is simply no reason not to.

A mindset change doesn’t magically solve problems. As is the nature of humanity, I get stuck in mental paradoxes and spirals. I have trouble turning off the noise in my head. But I am content to see where my time in this vast, magical, incomprehensible universe will take me. I am content to see who’s fleeting, unimportant human experiences pass mine and what joy or art can only be made from our innate individuality.

And who knows, I may change my mind about all of this. My view may shift. I may lose hope; may decide I’m more important than I am; may decide love will endure beyond all of us. But I will stick around to see those changes. There is only one me. There will only ever be one me. So, I intend to see how far this me can go.

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Chris Frost