It’s gay pride and I find myself asking the question some might ask: “What’s there to be proud of?” It’s not like I graduated with high honors from gay school or won an event at the gay Olympics. I also couldn’t be bothered to go to any kind of a parade. I also don’t give a frig what anyone thinks of me – yes really, I don’t care what you think about me. But I wasn’t always like this. So I had to do a bit of an archeological dig into my past to try and understand why I should celebrate gay pride.
In my teen years I began to realize, to my great horror, that when I had a “crush,” it didn’t involve a girl. The confusing part is that, as a teen, I had a girlfriend for many years and I’m pretty sure I liked her a lot. At this point in my life I was terrified that someone might call me gay or queer – as if they might somehow know the big secret I was hiding. I did everything to hide my sexuality. I was a pretty good athlete and I think that probably saved me from some bullying. Luckily, I never had suicidal thoughts because a good priest told me “it’s a phase – you’ll grow out of it.”
Well, when I was about 20, I knew that the “phase” thing was a bit of a joke. Living in Dublin, I had found a bookshop across from the entrance to Trinity College that had gay books and a magazine called Gay Times. I distinctly remember the absolute terror I’d have walking up to that section of the bookstore and wondering if anyone would see me. I never bought any of the “gay” books or magazines. If anyone came close to me, I’d just shift over to the next section and suddenly pick up a book about history. This small act of going to this bookstore was like an emotional rollercoaster: the fear, trepidation and shaky legs when walking up to the gay section and the fleeting feeling of relief – knowing that there were other gays out there.
Over a period of about 18 months, I think, I began to realize that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. That in fact, the real issue was simply with how people might perceive me. First, my studies in social psychology taught me about in-group and out-group psychology. It turned out that one of my professors – a good Jesuit, Fr. Micheal McGreil – was an expert on prejudice. I began to see that people’s attitudes are the real problem. Further studies in social theory (especially Michel Foucault and Hegel) helped me make a huge personal leap into realizing that I wasn’t deviant and that such a label was arbitrary. I was also a religious brother at this time and it was clear to me that if I was “made in the image and likeness of God” – then good ole God is kinda gay too!!
By 1989 I had come out to a few friends, to my two brothers and I then left the monastery – I was 24.
I still had to work for a living and, teaching in a highly regarded, all-boys Catholic school, I had to be extra careful. What would happen if some of the teachers (or worse, the students) found out? It was, on the one hand, a very liberating time – I was part of the gay community in Dublin, volunteered for Gay Switchboard, helped a Saturday evening group of men coming out of the closet (thank you Tony – I will never forget how much you made me laugh and how comfortable you made us all feel) – that side of life was great. My weekends involved coaching rugby or attending rugby matches on a Saturday morning and off to my big gay life in the afternoon. AND when Monday morning swung around, questions in the staffroom (“What did you get up to for the weekend?”) were extremely difficult to answer. I told lies and it gnaws at your soul to have to tell lies. It took me a full two years before I told another teacher that I was gay. I was terrified that it would impact my efforts to be made a “permanent” (tenured) teacher – at this time, homosexuality was illegal in Ireland. I only disclosed to my good friend Brendan Byrne after I was made permanent.
I knew I wasn’t the only one in this position at work and, for my master’s degree at UCD, I wrote about homophobia in the workplace. At that time, there wasn’t a single other academic study of homosexuality in Ireland that I could reference (homosexuality remained illegal in Ireland until 1993). I survey sampled my friends at Gay Switchboard – 40 out of 50 returned the questionnaire. You’ll notice that I submitted my thesis using a Gaelic version of my name. For my troubles, this piece of work earned first class honors.
The desire to live unfettered and free from other people’s prejudice would lead me to leave Ireland in 1993 and move to San Francisco. I attended my first pride parade that year and I balled crying at the endless parade of gay people of every shape, size and color AND a huge number of straight people who turned out in support.
So if you are still reading…I am going to answer the question: what am I proud of?
– I am proud of my self-acceptance and desire to live free from anyone else’s attitude toward me or thoughts about me.
– I am proud to be a part of a community of people that doesn’t let what other people think of them define what they do or accomplish in life.
– I am proud that I have a great relationship with a man I love that has been sealed by marriage (in Canada).
– I’m proud that we now live in a world where gay children can grow up with a lot less fear than I did. I’m proud that those children can say: “Look at Damien, he’s gay and he has a happy, fulfilled life.” When I was growing up, I had no such role models.
And here’s the rub: it doesn’t matter if you are straight or gay; when we truly “grow up” we live lives that are self-directed and where we can demonstrate self-reliance. We never let other people dictate who we can be or limit what we can accomplish. Perhaps just growing up is something to be proud of – some of us just have a few more obstacles on that path.
P.S. My legal first name is Aidan.