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Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2013
Most if
not all of us tell lies
sometimes. Some (gay or straight) relationships are a lie. It is easy to get
used to lies; they become like comfortable clothes we cannot face throwing away
even though they are falling apart at the seams.
Lies are
like creatures in a cage that deserve better. We are the cage. It is up to us
whether we set them free or not. Meanwhile, who can look into a caged
creature’s eyes and deny a longing to be free?
Regular
readers will know how I feel about gay people who are not openly gay, for
whatever reason. We must respect their decision and privacy. At the same time, I
recall my own closet days, many years ago, and wonder how anyone can spend a
lifetime living a lie so integral to their very identity.
Sometimes,
of course, we fall victim to our own mixed emotions…but what of those other
times? How can any family, person, culture, religion or society justify
creating such cages? Oh, they will try, and sadly some will succeed.
As far as
closet gay men and women are concerned, we can only hope more will, in time,
open the cage and let its occupants go free, as nature intended. Better that,
by far, than the rest of us be rounded up and returned to cages… as those touting a minority but growing
political persuasion towards the Far Right would have it.
Better to be honest with and have faith in ourselves, surely, than pay lip service to convention simply because we are raised to think it has our best interests at heart? Sometime, yes, it does, Sometimes, though, it is more concerned with the best interests of others than ourselves.
It is down to each and every one of us to discern what's what, and rather than go with the flow for its own sake, to go where mind, body and spirit will probably have been urging us for some time...and if that means going against some socio-cultural-religious tide, so be it. Gay or straight, we need to have faith in ourselves. After all, isn't that what the finer, humanitarian principles of all three are (or should be) all about.
Many gay people are scared of coming out to friends and family while others choose to stay closet for their own reasons. While the world needs to create a more welcoming climate for the former, we also need to respect the latter; 'outing' gay people is an unacceptable form of bullying.
WHO'S THAT BANGING ON THE CLOSET DOOR ...?
Better to be honest with and have faith in ourselves, surely, than pay lip service to convention simply because we are raised to think it has our best interests at heart? Sometime, yes, it does, Sometimes, though, it is more concerned with the best interests of others than ourselves.
It is down to each and every one of us to discern what's what, and rather than go with the flow for its own sake, to go where mind, body and spirit will probably have been urging us for some time...and if that means going against some socio-cultural-religious tide, so be it. Gay or straight, we need to have faith in ourselves. After all, isn't that what the finer, humanitarian principles of all three are (or should be) all about.
Many gay people are scared of coming out to friends and family while others choose to stay closet for their own reasons. While the world needs to create a more welcoming climate for the former, we also need to respect the latter; 'outing' gay people is an unacceptable form of bullying.
WHO'S THAT BANGING ON THE CLOSET DOOR ...?
We saw a
dragon at the local zoo
as tame
as tame could be;
I swear
it poked a tongue at you
and
flashed a flame at me;
sad eyes
glowing like balls of fire
raining down
on us
like a
shower of meteors
as we marvelled
at its powerful jaws
and shiny
scales
in
various rainbow hues,
weaving fairy
tales from distant lands
as we
stood, sweaty hands
We didn’t
go too near as you can
never be sure
(even at a zoo)
that a
dragon won’t get the better
of you, now
wagging the tip
of a
giant tail as if trying to say,
‘Come
again another day...’
its belly
rumbling a minor roar,
shaking
every bar of its cage,
curling
every page of our history,
scant
regard for either magic
or
mystery, driving home the cruelty
of our
reality
Denial, self-images of a wannabe dragon
rattling its cage in desperation...
rattling its cage in desperation...
Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2013
[Note: This poem has been revised from an earlier version that appears under the title 'Behind Bars' in First Person
Plural by R. N. Taber,
Assembly Books, 2002.]
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