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Grandpa Comes Out

Sunday, May 29, 2011

This article originally posted on Grandparents.com

Dr. Loren A. Olson is a psychiatrist in private practice in Des Moines, and the author of Finally Out: Letting Go of Living Straight, A Psychiatrist’s Own Story (inGroup Press, 2011), from which the following excerpt is adapted. A father of two and grandfather of six, Dr. Olson came out when he was 40, after an 18-year marriage. In 2009, he and his long-time partner, Doug Mortimer, married, six months after the state of Iowa overturned its ban on same-sex marriage.

Doug and I love the Iowa State Fair, and the historical Agriculture Building, home of the butter cow, seemed like the perfect setting for two Iowa farm boys to have their wedding reception. The caterer was available and agreed to serve pomegranate martinis — probably the only time in Iowa they have been mixed in gallon jugs — and beef from our own farm.

I hired the Blue Band because it was a tradition for Doug and me to listen to this group every year at the fair. The New York Times decided to print our wedding announcement, and the women at the Madison County Courthouse hugged us when we applied for our license. The clerks at the jewelry store fell over us to help us pick out rings.

We kept the ceremony intimate, but the guest list for our reception quickly grew to more than 300, and a flood of accepting RSVPs proved that we were in for a big celebration. Iowa has a long — but little known — history of being on the cutting edge of issues of social justice, and we were richly blessed by the many people who celebrated with us in this new era of acceptance.

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“I’m Not THAT Gay!”

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

I received this contribution from a blog reader who writes about growing up trying not to be a “sissy.”

Growing up, I had an older sister that I adored and emulated.  My first memories are of wanting to play games with her, like play dolls or skip rope.  By the age of five, we would play dress up in women’s clothing.  But at the time, it was made clear to me by my mom that this was NOT all right. 

 My dad was a tough guy; I was terrified of him, and I would do pretty much anything just to stay away from him.  That being said, I found both my grandfathers sexy, and would go out of my way to be able to see them undress.  Not that hard to do really.  Always thought that this was why i liked older mature, grandfatherly type men.

 Early school days were spent wanting to play with the girls at recess.  Jumping rope was fun!  Baseball wasn’t.   By the second grade, it was impressed upon me to stop that, and play with the boys at recess, which I did. 

I learned to twirl a baton, and I remember making myself carry my books at school the masculine way although clutching my books to my chest was a more comfortable way to carry them.   My mom discouraged the baton twirling, and I would never do anything like that in front of my dad.  I really just tried to stay away from him.

Elementary School wasn’t too difficult.  I knew the same kids from Kindergarten to sixth grade graduation.  However, when I began Jr. High, I was placed in advanced classes with kids from other elementary schools.  These kids saw the feminine side of me and acted upon that, much to my unhappiness. 

The kids I grew up with, I assume, were used to my feminine tendencies, but I didn’t have them around me at my new school.  So at this time, I started to learn how to ‘act’ masculine.  By high school, I was successful enough acting masculine where no one picked on me any longer or called me a sissy.  You know, I made “A’s” in Drama!

I had just a small handful of “dates” in high school, although I certainly knew a pretty girl when I saw one.  I didn’t realize why at the time, but I did not have any desire to have sex with them.  I had to be drunk in order to perform.  At that age, erections are extremely easy to achieve. 

Through my twenties, again a few dates here and there, but absolutely no gay experiences, and I didn’t search them out.  I did not identify with the stereotypically gay men that I’d see on occasion at shopping malls and around town.  Hence, I didn’t realize i was gay.  I didn’t even consider myself bisexual either until later. 

I met my ex-wife at 29 and we married when I was 30 and she was 42.  We divorced fifteen years later.

I was close to forty when I met a man at the gym in the shower room.  I just wanted to masturbate with him.  He was married as well, and we would play in my car, in the parking lot.   I was happy with that, but he wanted me to visit his house one day when his wife was away. 

We undressed, and I was seated.  He approached me and wanted me to go down on him.  I hesitated a few seconds, then thought, “OK, I’ll try it.”  I took to fellatio like a duck to water.  I was secure enough in my own masculinity by this time to allow this to happen.   However, I just didn’t see any way I could let anyone know that this had happened. 

Slowly, I started meeting others with the same desires at the gym.   By the time I was 43, I had met my partner at a gay bath in New York City while there on a business trip.  The relationship grew by leaps and bounds, and I divorced and was living with him 2 1/2 years later. 

It is not hard to believe a person when they say they didn’t know they were gay until later in life, but I didn’t.  I now know guys in their sixties that went through what I did in my late thirties.  When you’re not around other gay men that you identify with, you feel that you must not be that gay.  

(Name withheld at his request.)

Telling your Wife you’re Gay

Saturday, May 21, 2011

On May 18th, 2011, Charity Nebbe, host of “Talk of Iowa” on Iowa Public Radio, interviewed both me and my former wife.

Charity is a great interviewer.  I was pleased that my ex-wife, Lynn, agreed to be on the program with me.  We have been divorced for 25 years after 18 years of marriage.

After a few years of conflict following our divorce, we were able to come back together and develop a good relationship.  She is very supportive of me, and I am of her as well.

I know many of my readers are caught in a situation where they are married, love their wives, but experience a powerful sexual attraction to men.  It can be a very lonely and depressing time.

I hope you’ll download and listen to this conversation.  I can’t promise that things will be the same for you, but my message to you is that there is hope.  You don’t have to feel trapped, hopeless and depressed.

Here is the link to the download.  Click this link and then scroll to find the interview of May 18, 2011.

CNN Anchor Don Lemon Comes Out

Saturday, May 21, 2011

The statement below was written by Don Lemon and it may be copied, printed and announced but cannot be altered in any way without the express  permission of Don Lemon.

“Today I chose to step out on faith and begin openly living my own truth. And let me say right up front that I hope many of you will be inspired to do the same thing in your daily lives. Some of the things I’ve chosen to reveal in my book Transparent were very difficult to share with even those closest to me.

There was a time when I was terrified of revealing these things to the person I love most in this world – my own mother. But when I finally mustered the courage
to tell her that I had been molested as a child and that I was born gay, my life began to change in positive ways that I never imagined possible. Yet I still
chose to keep those secrets hidden from the world. I, like most gay people, lived a life of fear. Fear that if some employers, co-workers, friends,
neighbors and family members learned of my sexuality, I would be shunned, mocked and ostracized. It is a burden that millions of people carry with them every
single day. And sadly, while the mockery and ostracizing are realized by millions of people every day, I truly believe it doesn’t have to happen and
that’s why I feel compelled to share what I’ve written in Transparent.

As a journalist I believe that part of my mission is to shed light onto dark places. So, the disclosure of this information does not inhibit in any way my ability to be the professional, fair and objective journalist I have always been.

My book is dedicated to the memory of Rutgers University student Tyler Clementi, who jumped to his death from a bridge after his dorm mates streamed his private business over the Internet for the world to see. Tyler might still be with us today if more gay men and women had chosen to live proudly and openly. It is also dedicated to the millions of young, gay people who believe they are alone when dealing with their own sexual identities. You are not alone! There are people, like me and many others, who are thriving in their personal and
professional lives and although we sometimes have a hard time with it ourselves, we are here to show you by example that you too can overcome any obstacle as long as you stay strong and, most of all, stay alive.”

With love and honesty,

Don Lemon
May 16, 2011

Originally printed as an exclusive for Social Work Today

by Loren A. Olson M.D.

All relationships have rules, but sometimes those rules get broken.

When we are in a relationship, we expect that our partner will keep our interests in mind even if he or she is tempted to disregard the rules. When the rules are violated, the wrongdoer may be called on to account for his or her behavior.

Sexual infidelity is the epitome of “rule breaking” and can disrupt or end meaningful relationships. I know something about breaking rules because I was married with two children when I unexpectedly fell in love with a man. Things suddenly shifted inside my head, and I went from thinking I was straight to knowing I was gay; nothing else could explain what I felt.

By most measures, my marriage was good. My wife and I were best friends and had an acceptable sex life. Shortly before I came out to my wife, she had no idea about my conflict concerning my sexual orientation.

Research on gay men has frequently focused on fidelity and the capacity to sustain long-term relationships. Yet almost nothing has been written about men who have sex with men (MSM). These men believe they are too straight to be gay, but others see them as too gay to be straight. Many of them are married.

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Curing Homophobia

Friday, May 13, 2011

This post I wrote was originally posted on HuffPo.

While I was working on my book, “Finally Out: Letting Go of Living Straight,” I received a very angry email about my being gay from a man named “George.” I challenged the things he said about me, responding, “You don’t know me.” George wrote back, “Oh, but I do know you. You have identified yourself as a homosexual, an immoralist. Nothing binds your conscience. Morality is just a matter of taste.”

The best way to confront such prejudice is usually to become a real person to the other person and develop a relationship with them. I made some attempts to find some area of common ground. George could never respond to anything I wrote back to him other than to condemn me. Some would say George is homophobic. I am not a fan of the word “homophobia.” Gay men and women struggled for years and years to free ourselves from being diagnosed as pathological deviants. I see little value in attempting to pathologize those who oppose us by labeling them all homophobic.

Prejudice is based on the “Law of Small Numbers”: What is true for one must be true for all. Like George, the rules of “in-groups” and “out-groups” dictate that those on one side attempt to define those on the other by applying stereotypical descriptions while never seeking information that dis-confirms their beliefs.

Do we as gay men and women move discourse forward by labeling those who oppose us “homophobes”?

Contrast what George wrote with this review of “Finally Out,” written by a conservative, married, heterosexual, evangelical Christian minister: “['Finally Out'] gave me a deeper understanding of homosexual men. While I may not agree with some of Olson’s decisions or actions, I’ve been in his head now. My heart goes out to him and I think this book would be valuable for any person who finds homosexual acts to be sinful.”

Relationships are based on developing an empathic understanding of the other person. I suppose one could argue that George was homophobic since a phobia is an intense but unrealistic fear of something that interferes with the ability to socialize, work, or go about one’s life. George’s fear was clearly unrealistic since it was related to characteristics he’d assigned to me rather than things he actually knew about me as a person. Is George representative of all who oppose homosexuality?

Don’t we — those of us in the gay community or our allies — do precisely the same thing when we paint all who oppose us with the same brush by calling them all homophobic?

When we do, we fall into the same trap of the “Law of Small Numbers”: We treat our opposition as if they are all alike, irrationally afraid of us, and therefore hating us. I much prefer the term “homo-naïve.”

I don’t think that my mother and step-father had ever known anyone who was openly gay until I came out to them at 40. They knew nothing about what it meant to be gay. Although they considered my homosexual behavior sinful, like the Christian minister mentioned previously, they were open to accepting me and understanding me. We must recognize the great diversity of the community of people who oppose homosexuality.

Justin Spring, in his book about the life of Samuel Steward, “Secret Historian: The Life and Times of Samuel Steward, Professor, Tattoo Artist, and Sexual Renegade,” wrote, “Each generation of writers reinvents its perception of sexuality through novels, poetry, and autobiographical writing, and in the process rebels against the perceptions and experiences of the generation before.”

The responsibility for changing perceptions of the LGBT community must not be left only to those who write about it.

The Institute of Medicine released an important report in April called “Identifying Disconcerting Gaps in LGBT Research and Healthcare.” The report emphasizes that the world is not divided into two populations, heterosexual and non-heterosexual. Non-heterosexuals consist of a multitude of sub-populations. In order for research to be meaningful and to make it generalizable to a larger population, each of these sub-populations must be examined as distinctive.

My interest has been on mature men who have sex with men (MSM) but who do not wish to be identified as gay. This group of men is largely hidden and has been studied very little, but I have found that even this sub-population is quite diverse. One research question I believe needs to be addressed: “Is there a higher rate of suicide in this population than there is in the general population?” My hypothesis is that the rate is higher. This MSM sub-population is much larger than most people know. Most insist they are not gay, instead choosing labels like “bi,” “questioning,” “curious” or in fact, “heterosexual”.

If being gay is an identity rather than a description of attractions or behaviors, in the strictest sense, they are not gay.

Frequently those in the LGBT community say, “They’re gay, just not authentic or gay enough.” A study was recently published in the journal, Pediatrics. The study found that even when controlling for other risks of suicide (depression, binge drinking, peer victimization and abuse by an adult), a negative social environment was associated with increased suicide attempts and that a positive social environment reduced the risks of suicide attempts. In other words, social risks contributed far more to attempts of suicide than individual risk factors in an adolescent population.

Researchers are beginning to pay attention to the study of bullying of gender non-conforming and early self-identifying gay adolescents, and appropriately so. Bullying is another consequence of the application of the “Law of Small Numbers”; gender non-forming adolescents are assigned characteristics and targeted by some of those in the majority population Little is known about the MSM sub-population who have significant risks factors for suicide: hopelessness, helplessness, worthlessness, and alcohol and drug problems. In addition, they frequently do not practice safe sex according to reports by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

Discrimination against MSM is much more subtle than it is for gay adolescents but no less hostile. The process of coming out for mature gay men can be enormously complicated because of the complex networks of relationships formed while passing as heterosexual. A recent report by Francis and Mialon of Tulane University called “Tolerance and HIV” found evidence that societal tolerance for gays may slow down the spread of the Aids virus and may do so by inducing gay men to substitute underground, risky sexual behaviors for safer sex and may encourage them to “come out.”

It is becoming apparent that a positive social environment toward LGBT individuals is a significant public health issue. In my interviews about “Finally Out,” I have been questioned several times about my opposition to the word “homophobia.” I have been asked, “Shouldn’t LGBT be angry about the ways they are being treated?” Of course, we should. But we should be angry about principles, policies and hypocrisies. Calling those who see LGBT individuals as deviant or sinful “homophobic” diminishes us and our arguments. It also fails to recognize that there are those people, like the minister I mentioned previously, whose attitudes and beliefs can be changed.

Perhaps we cannot expect to be accepted by the “homophobic” community until we accept them even though we may disagree with some of what they believe and do.

Freshly Gay at Thirty-five

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I received this essay from fellow blogger, Jay Conway, whose website is called “Freshly Gay.”

It was finally starting to become obvious to myself that I was gay after my separation from my wife.

I had some sexual experience with some men as a twenty-something, but always chalked it up to exploration. Inevitably, after my marriage had fallen apart, I started to take stock and do some soul searching.

I wish I could say that there was some great epiphany, that I woke up one morning and said to myself “I’m gay.” It was a slow process for me. I had always had questions in my head, but tried my best to just ignore them.

On the lighter side of things, I had secret guy crushes on Justin Timberlake and Matthew McConaughey, amongst others. On the more serious side, there were all the relationships gone awry, all the times where history would repeat itself. It always started off well. But inevitably I would lose interest. The sex would slowly wind down to a crawl and my partners would become resentful of that.

With my marriage specifically, being gay did not end us, or so I thought. It was the baby issue that ended us. She understandably wanted kids, real bad. I often skirted the issue, never committing one way or the other. I finally sat her down and told her that I was not sure that I wanted to have kids with her and that’s what ended our marriage.

Even when I was telling her, I still did not equate that decision with my sexuality. She knew about my past with men and accepted it. I told myself and her that it was more of a sexual deviance thing, and it was a phase. It is only now that I realize that I successfully sabotaged these relationships because they were not what I wanted. I yearned for something else without realizing it.

Additionally, in my soul searching I thought about my close circle of friends. Most of my friends are women. I could relate to them. I could easily talk to women about my feelings, about my goals and aspirations. With men, I felt a strange obligation to act manly. This was not hard because I am a masculine man, who enjoys sports, cars and am a generally handy type of guy.

But there was never anything that went beyond that. I found it difficult to truly connect with men on a friendly level. When I was younger, I had guy friends, but there were times I caught myself fantasizing about these guys I started to become close with. This would make me uncomfortable and at that point, I would pull away from the relationship.

At the time, I thought it was just a matter of me being more compatible with women, and that may be true. I never thought at all that it had anything to do with my sexuality. True to form, after I finally did admit to myself that I am gay, before admitting it to anyone else, I sought the counsel of my best friend, a woman.

The decision to come out of the closet is not something that I took lightly, nor should it be for anyone. For me, I do not do anything in my life without careful research and planning. Spontaneity is not something that is a part of my personality.

I am the type that makes pros and cons lists. Here are some of the things I had on my list at the time.

Pros Cons


Being honest with my loved ones My family and friends will judge me
Stop hiding I might be shunned by some of family
Not to have to change pronouns constantly I might lose friends
Not having to worry about who finds out I will be known as “the gay one”
Being more of myself
Being able to talk with some of my loved ones about it
Get the monkey off my back


There were others factors involved as well. After my separation from my wife, I started exploring myself. I jumped head first into the gay hookup world. The excitement of the random hookup with strange guys was exciting, almost to the point of addiction.

At the same time, because it was obviously a difficult time in my life, my family was trying to be ever present for me due to my marital situation. But as opposed to welcoming the attention, I started to withdraw. I was not there for them. One of the main reasons for this was that I was trying to hide. I was avoiding questions about what I did the night or the weekend before. It came to a point that my parents specifically were starting to worry. I was often not home and sometimes not reachable. This alarmed my parents because I had always been the “responsible one”

After months of making excuses about why I hadn’t been present much in any of their lives, I finally decided it was the time to tell them. An explanation was needed as to why I had disappeared, so they did not think there was something wrong with me. I did not want them to worry anymore.

I suddenly felt I must tell them so as to stop the worrying. It was at that moment when I called my mother and invited myself to dinner the next day. After dinner, in the living room, I told my parents and one of my sisters that I was gay. The reaction was measured support. They were honestly shocked and had no clue.

Bottom Line: I was not shunned or made to feel like I was judged. My family was glad I told them so they had insight on my life. There are struggles at times with certain conversations, but they still love me and support me as much as they can. Best thing I ever did.

To read more by Trevor Jones, click here  on Freshly Gay.”, click here.



Passing Forty

Sunday, May 8, 2011

This post by Anthony Carter  originally appeared on The Bilerico Project  but I think it is worth repeating here.  So many people I am in touch with talk about not wanting to be a part of “the scene.”  Read Anthony’s comments about getting older and follow the link below to read the rest of the article. 

Within the gay community, there seem to be two factions, old and young.

I want to specifically address these issues even though I know someone will bitch and say we have more issues than this, or this is too simplistic, or we’re far more complex.

Just hold on because for now, I want to address how these two entities connect and make for startling realizations, opportunities for growth and the success of our lineage and movement.

At 42, I have been recently informed that I am now considered older.

I don’t know when/how/if this has truly happened and I am so glad someone took the time to let me know.

My friend Chris was trying to explain the skill set I bring to a project we’re currently working on. In a delicate and diplomatic way, I was informed that I had a “different set of life experiences.”

Are you saying I’m old?

Be careful. Remember, I created this project no sense in getting canned day one.

He is 29. I am 42.

When did this happen? At some point, I became, as Whoopi Goldberg would say, “the oldest thing in the room.”

It is a very sobering and interesting place to be.

When 20 year olds ask you questions that begin with the phrase, “What was (fill in the blank) like when you were my age?”, you know the afternoon is not looking so hot.

Click here.