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.