Buddha1 said:Did you not read Giambatista's experiences --- and how he noticed that the man that was drawn to him acted as if there was no such thing, even when he was all alone --- as if there was an unseen eye watching his every move?
I don't think even YOU read them in their entirety!
Nonetheless, yes, this was true. I did it too. Not to the extent that he did, but at least when it came time for me to get to the bottom of things and state how I felt for him, he denied knowing anything about it. Like reacting out of anger at my "girlfriend". She was just a friend, but that one time he reacted very obviously in a defensive manner. When I tried to ask him months later WHY he had done that, he very quickly responded that he DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT. I pressed him, and then he REMEMBERED doing it, but didn't remember why! Yeah, f***** right! It was akin to him sweeping shards of glass under a rug in full view, and then denying that there was anything under the rug.
I'm sure this must be foreign to most people. I don't give this example to imply that all men are this way. They certainly aren't as far as I can tell.
But this illustrates exactly the extent of pressures on men to CONFORM. Even I, who was technically "out" as far as accepting my sexuality (that I like other guys), at this time abandoned my usual logic and tried to play the stupid game. Somewhat. If he had asked me whether or not I was gay, I would have at least given several very good hints. I've been asked many times, and usually I'm coy with people!
But the fear of being rejected and being the only one was too much for me to handle, so I tried to cover up by playing the game. The normal game. Of course I'm like everyone else. It may be the other people who are queer, but not me. Not us. Never.
Like I said, a few people knew I was "gay" if I felt like telling them, but the fear and the pressure around this guy was like being pushed back into the closet, to use a silly but appropriate cliche. Like it was contagious.
AND THAT IS THE POINT!
When I look back on it sometimes, I feel a little foolish. I should have known better. I'm not a flaming queen. I'm queer as in WEIRD, but you're generally not going to know unless you ask me. And generally you'll get an awkward but somewhat coherent answer from me. Point is, up to that point I hadn't been vocal about it by any means, but not ashamed in any way. I was basically comfortable with my sexuality, but I liked to skirt the issue if people tried to get the truth out of me. I guess I personally though it was funnier to drop hints and be a little enigmatic. Some of us love mystery!
Then, when I met this guy, because I highly suspected that he was interested in me but at the same time totally unsure, all these defenses went up that I really hadn't experienced in a long time. I suddenly became frightened of being the ONLY one. I suddenly had this GREAT fear of being found out and having to realize and deal with the fact that YES, I was alone.
He consumed my thoughts all the time. Many of these thoughts were driven by fear. I liked him so much, but I was so afraid that it was all in vain and that I would somehow see or hear something about him that would totally crush me. That was one of the most trying periods of my life. I was constantly wanting to be near him (like at work) but at the same time I wanted to ignore him. And he appeared to act that way too. It was almost like looking into a mirror.
One of us would ask what the other was doing, and then the other would feign disinterest. Like having the chance to be alone, and then DELIBERATELY pulling the plug to make it look like he or I had better things to do. No. When I cut myself, it doesn't hurt, it just looks that way...
All of this because the pressure to be and act "normal" and the FEAR of being the only one with these feelings HELD A GUN to my head (and goddammit, my HEART!) and forced me to do and say things when I REALLY wanted to do the opposite. I COULD NOT WIN. I WAS CONSTANTLY BEING DEFEATED BY PRESSURE AND FEAR.
No one has ever both ATTRACTED and DISTURBED me so much at the same time. Never. "I love you, but I have to hate you. It can't be any other way. It has to be THIS way."
So much of my time and emotions were wasted in this kind of stagnant trench warfare. Little progress was ever made. I eventually waved the white flag and still I got shot!
In the end, I tried to break through and I told him way more than I ever got from him. He played that tired old role to the end. I'm sure someone gave him a medal for valour. HA HA HA!
There were other guys that I felt maybe were attracted to me. Although this was the most extreme, it seemed to follow a general template/framework of this type of behaviour, so I can see where maybe this was occurring in other places, but not to this extent.
I haven't met very many new people lately, so it's not surprising that I don't see more examples of this. I'm kind of a loner to begin with.