Yes, I am talking to you, you male-loving, chauvinist, homosexual man. Why do you hate women?
This is a question my wife asked me during one of our many heated exchanges about my attractions towards members of the male gender. Before I go any further, let me say that I love my wife. She really is the best woman I have ever met. This situation is probably at least as difficult for her as it is for me and probably much more so in some ways. We had discussed, prior to getting married, that I had such attractions. I told her about the therapy I had been through and how I was working through my "issues." I directed her to the Evergreen website to help her process my initial confession (partially because I believed at the time that it was a good source of accurate information and partially because I could not handle all of the questions that I knew would ensue). More on this in later posts . . . but to make a long story short, neither of us could have guessed what this would entail for us in the days, weeks, and months following our wedding.
Do I hate women? I don't think so . . . most of my friends growing up were female . . . big shocker, right? There were lots of girls that wanted to date me. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I was generally pretty popular among the lady folk both at school and at church. Maybe I just "hate" motherly figures?
Let me clarify: I do NOT hate my mother. But throughout most of high school and ever since then I have not exactly seen eye to eye with her. I really dislike getting advice from her. This is likely due to the fact that most of her advice is unsolicited, blatantly obvious, sounds an awful lot like nagging, and generally misses the point altogether because she is so eager to give advice that she does not even listen to what is being said before climbing aboard her oversized soapbox. WHEW! That's been building up a while! In her defense, I think it's genetic. I think she inherited the worthless advice gene from her mother and I have likely inherited it too. My poor children . . . (that is, if my seed ever does sprout - no attempts just yet).
Also, I really DO NOT see eye to eye with my mother-in-law. . . likely MUCH more about that to follow in future posts. She also likes to give advice. It usually comes by way of her daughter (my wife), but boy do I hear about it!
What is wrong with me? Aren't gay guys supposed to have especially close relationships with their mothers? My siblings often teased me about being her favorite (although that has definitely changed since coming out to my parents), but I do not think that I was ever so close to her that she squeezed my love for women right out of me (is that how the close-mom-relationship=gay-son argument goes?).
In summary, I do not like being told what to do (but I am oh so humble about it :) and it seems like it is the women in my life that like to tell me what to do. BUT, I also don't like making decisions. Go figure! What's a guy to do? In conclusion, if telling other people what to do is the essence of being a woman then I am guilty as charged! But I know there is much more to being a woman and many men also like to tell people what to do. I am grateful for good women in my life. I do not hate them. I just happen to have a broken sexual-attraction-for-females gear. Wow! I did not anticipate this post going this way. Hope in makes sense should anyone actually read my ramblings!