Welcome to vVv Gaming

Register now to gain access to all of our features. Once registered and logged in, you will be able to contribute to this site by submitting your own content or replying to existing content. You'll be able to customize your profile, receive reputation points as a reward for submitting content, while also communicating with other members via your own private inbox, plus much more! This message will be removed once you have signed in.

  • Announcements

    • vVv Bagzli

      We have moved to Discord   08/04/2016

      There has been a strong desire among the community to migrate to Discord for quite some time. As of today, our community will be using Discord and as a result, we will no longer be actively using our TeamSpeak Server.  The TeamSpeak server will temporarily stay active to help inform all of our move to Discord. Within the next couple of months, it will be shut down completely.  For a quick invite to our new Discord server, you can click here.  
      For a full detailed guide visit http://www.vVv-Gaming.com/Discord
    • vVv Bagzli

      New Supersonic Series Start Time   10/17/2016

      We would like to thank everyone who participated in our recent survey regarding the start time of our tournaments.  After reviewing responses from the survey sent out to tournament participants we have decided to make changes to the start time of our events to try to better accommodate everyone.  Beginning on Monday, October 24th, all of our tournaments will start an hour earlier - at 8PM Eastern.  This means that registration will close at 7:30 EST, and that check-in starts at 7:30 EST and closes at 7:45 EST.
  • entries
    20
  • comments
    94
  • views
    37,607

Why I find it difficult to be open and vulnerable

vVv OrganicBear

1,506 views

This weekend I got to experience the power of vulnerability and connection firsthand while visiting with vVv staff and LordJerith in LA. There were five of us sitting around the couches in Jerry’s living room, and Rob was sharing his story. When he finished talking about his experience with the drunk driving accident and how it changed his life and led him to end up in LA working as President in vVv Gaming, Ahryse said that it was really interesting hearing his story and that she felt that she was more connected to him after listening. Of course, this is exactly what Brene Brown means when she talks about vulnerability being the birthplace of connection in her TED videos:

Being my usual oblivious, overly-analytical self, I immediately asked Ahryse “It sounds like you really care about hearing this type of thing and feeling connected, is that one of your strengths?”

facepalm-gif.gif

I was privileged to be a part of that moment because Jerry immediately interjected and pointed out to me the obvious point that I was missing: that this was a normal human reaction to vulnerability and that to build relationships and form connections you have to be willing to open up, share your story, and be vulnerable with people.

Being roughly 10 years older than Rob I have lived through a lot more and undoubtedly have a lot more stories to share, but it’s pretty obvious to me that I need to start by explaining why it’s so difficult for me to open up and be vulnerable and share my whole self. For that we have to go back to very early in my childhood.

I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve never really struggled with or doubted my sexuality. Even when I was 7 or 8 I knew I was gay. I also knew that it was dangerous to tell anyone that you’re gay for a number of reasons. Children get kicked out of the house by their parents when they find out, people get violently attacked, you become ostracized and an outcast, etc. I also knew very early on that the only way to really keep something secret is to never tell anyone. So for the first 18 years of my life that’s exactly what I did: hid my sexuality and told no one who I really was.

A lot of people think that when someone takes offense to a racist comment or joke that they are just thin skinned and shouldn’t take something negatively that isn’t meant to be hurtful. But the real problem isn’t that those comments sting or that someone is going to run crying to their bed and cry themselves to sleep, but that they propagate the silence of people like me. Going through high school and having everyone around me saying “gay this” “faggot that” reinforced the notion that gay people were simply hated and that I needed to hide my true self from the world and stay a prisoner of my own silence.

Who knows if those gay and faggot comments I kept hearing were actually reflective of a real hatred or just a product of dumb repetition? There were openly gay kids in my school (who I didn’t associate with for fear of being found out by association), but to my knowledge they weren’t really verbally or physically attacked. Maybe I could’ve come out and not had my life collapse around me, but there was definitely no way I was going to open up and share myself in an environment where people used my sexual identity as an insult and a way to express their dislike of things.

And this is another thing that sets gay people apart as a minority. When you’re black you’re black. You can’t hide your skin. You can’t hide if you’re a female. You can’t hide your age, or if you’re physically disabled. But if you’re gay you can definitely hide it. And when you hide you find out exactly what people think about you. All those disgusting, bigoted, small minded comments and opinions that everyone has come right out into the open in a grand orgy of ignorance and hate. It happens right in front of you and your nose gets rubbed in it and you have to swallow it like a bucket of vomit and smile the whole time because who would be on your side if you spoke out?

And, on a lighter note, that’s why I find videos like this hilarious:

Back to the heavy stuff.

When I was 18 I found a reason to break my silence that was more important than keeping my sexuality a secret and risk getting kicked out, losing my plans to go to college, and being potentially alienated from my family. It sounds sappy and lame, but that reason was love. I had fallen completely and inextricably for another guy at my highschool, and I battled against that feeling from the start of grade 10 until halfway through my senior year.

It might sound really dumb to fight against something like that, but my fear of outing myself was paralyzing. The thought of what might happen to me if people knew I was gay made sure that I couldn’t approach him and tell him how I felt. Plus what were the chances that it was even worth taking the risk? That he was gay too and felt the same way about me as I did about him? So I agonized through what I can easily call the most painful part of my life, completely in silence and completely alone.

A lot of people dismiss what I felt and call it a crush. But from what I understand about crushes, they are supposed to be cute and silly and you get over them. But what I felt for him, what I FEEL for him, is so amazing and perfect and wonderful, and I know if he walked into the room right now I would still feel the same way I did the last time I saw him twelve years ago. It’s something I carry around with me every day, even though the wound has scarred over and the pain has numbed, it is a part of me and it always will be. So maybe “love” isn’t the right word for it, but I think crush is also the wrong word. Obsession, lust, etc. none of them fit. To me, love is the closest thing I can think of so I’ll leave it at that.

A lot of people I think would describe that experience as hell, but around that time I found a better metaphor due to my being really into Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I think a more apt description came about when Buffy’s crew thought she had died and gotten trapped in hell, when in actuality she had been in heaven and they pulled her back to earth.

http://youtu.be/Szc-DEyH3ME?t=58s

To me, having that perfect feeling was heaven. Every time I stole a glance in his direction, every time I got to see any of his mannerisms or the way he walked, or on extremely rare occasions where I actually got to talk to him, was like a little bit of heaven in my life. And then it was over and I had to go back to earth because ultimately they were very brief, ephemeral moments. Being on earth meant that I couldn’t have that feeling anymore and all I had was my loneliness and disconnection because I didn’t feel safe opening up to people.

The relative emptiness of everyday life became increasingly painful and I contemplated suicide. Ultimately, it was the few people in my life that I knew loved me and cared about me that made me decide against it. I knew my mom and best friend at the time would suffer if I killed myself, and so I made the hardest decision of my life. Without knowing where I was going, without knowing what would happen or having any expectation that things would work out, I decided to do the only thing I could: just keep putting one foot in front of the other until I got through it.

I think consciously deciding to keep living is different from just living because you’ve never thought about any alternatives. Ordinarily I think it’s easy to take life for granted, to just keep going on every day without any thought to what you’re doing or why you’re doing it. But when you make a CONSCIOUS decision that you’re going to live, when you’ve faced death and despair and hopelessness in the face and said “not today”, every other fear becomes slightly diminished.

As our senior year approached the halfway mark, I realized that if I never found out with absolute 100% certainty that he didn’t feel the same way about me as I felt about him, I would regret it for the rest of my life in a way that would leave me incomplete and destroyed. One night, after a band concert I rushed out to my car to wait for him. He came out by himself, completely alone, he looked over and saw me in my car and waved. It was the perfect moment to tell him how I felt. I chickened out, waved back, and drove away.

Later that week I knew I had to try again. After school, I drove over to his house, rang his doorbell. His mom answered. I asked if he was home. She went upstairs to get him. Apparently he was taking a nap after school, because I heard him say “I’m tired”. Shortly after that, he appeared at the top of the stairs. Seeing me, he asked, “Need something?” In the loudest, most confident voice I could muster, which came out as barely a whisper, I told him, “I’m gay”. He said, “What?”. I repeated myself, “I’m gay”. His last response to me was, “Okay”.

I can’t describe the amount of soul crushing disappointment that those two syllables can possess. But at least I had what I came for. I had my answer. At least I knew 100% that he didn’t feel about me the way I felt about him. Armed with that information I was ready to keep living the rest of my life.

I drove home and spent the rest of the day with my best friend who I had already come out to after deciding I had to find out about the other guy. When I got home, my mom took me upstairs and told me that the guy had called and told her what happened. So I never actually got to come out to my mom. She wasn’t what I would call supportive, I think she still hopes she can “pray the gay away”, but it wasn’t the horrible cataclysmic moment I had feared for 18 years.

After that I began coming out to more people I was close to. I’ve never really been comfortable talking about it directly with people I don’t know very well (or that I do know well for that matter). I came out in college, but I think half the people I told didn’t even believe me because my mannerisms just aren’t what people envision when they hear the word “gay”. After college I just reverted back to keeping it to myself for the most part and told myself “I’m not going to broadcast it, but I’ll be honest with anyone who asks”. I thought of myself as an open book, even though an open book doesn’t require someone to come along and ask it a question for it to open itself…

After talking with Jerry this past weekend, it became clear to me that it does nobody any good for me to not “own” being gay as part of my identity. I’m entering my thirties and there are a lot of people who struggle with their sexuality and coming out in their thirties. A lot of my friends are also having children now, and I can assume fairly safely that it’s likely at least some of those children will be gay or lesbian themselves. As someone who identifies as gay, I can put myself out there as a resource for these people as well as anyone else struggling with their identity or issues they encounter in their daily lives regarding homosexuality.

I also limit my own relationships by not being openly gay. Not just romantically, but almost every single deep and meaningful experience in my life in some way relates to my sexuality. If I can’t share the gay part of me, then I can’t share those experiences as stories and potentially help people who are struggling through similar circumstances. I can’t build deep and meaningful connections with other people. And also, why the fuck would I want to be friends with someone who doesn’t like gay people? Anyone who has a problem with it, by definition, shouldn’t be my friend in the first place. So there’s no longer any legitimate reason for me to fear being open and honest about that part of myself (unless I want to go work for Chick Fil A).

And even though I feel that I’m already fairly open about my sexuality without calling it out by name, “gay” is still too negative a word for people to assume that I’m gay just because I say things that indicate such.

One last thing I want to cover. Another reason I don’t like sharing my story is because it’s really sad, and I’ve experienced all that sadness already and feel like I have a lot of joy and happiness to experience to make up for it. So I’d like to conclude on a lighter note. TLDR: Sounds gay, I’m in!


Daviepants, Ahryse and B Easy like this


12 Comments


Kudos to you having the strength some other people don't have to share this part of yourself. Rock on dude, rock on.

Share this comment


Link to comment

Amazing read. After talking to you for more than 2 minutes, I could tell you were insanely insightful, so I'm glad you decided to share this with everyone. The part where you described your feelings for your first love...chills man. 

Share this comment


Link to comment

I completely agree with Ignis! This was a great read. I feel like you really opened up and I almost cried when you were talking about your first love. 

Share this comment


Link to comment

I'm not good with words, nor am I a good writer, so I really don't know how to express myself in appreciation to having read your blog post.

 

I'm sorry that you had to hide yourself for so long, but I'm sure it made you the interesting person you are today. I know I enjoyed the time we talked in the social channel, and I'm glad I was able to have that opportunity. 

 

I do hope that you have a bright happy future ahead of you. Thank you for sharing something like this with all of us!

Share this comment


Link to comment

I'm glad you wrote this!  Many people could gain strength from others doing things like this.  it will help them face whatever it is that they hold in.   The perspective of people around you not knowing and making it alienate you more internally is something i've never really had that much insight in.  I never say anything I think of as offending or anything of that nature.  But i am a blunt person sometimes.  Certain things could bother anyone for any number of reasons.  The reason I never really thought about it is because nothing anyone says really bothers me.  I always try to see angles and understand all perspectives and then make decisions based off that.  It usually keeps me from really putting too much emotion in it either way.  Makes me realize not everyone has that ability and or are in different positions so it makes me want to pay more attention to it when i see others say or do things that could make someone feel that way.  You never really see how much impact things like that can have.  But you expressing this stuff really does make huge strides in many ways just like you stated.  Society can really create some oppressive shit.  I'm glad to see as a whole Society is getting smarter and evolving in the right direction though.  Many people down the road will have a better platform to live and just be who they are and thats wonderful.

 

I'm glad you made this!

Share this comment


Link to comment

Good read here and happy to see another member of the LGBT community that isn't afraid of being themselves.  As a firm supporter of the community it is great to see people stepping out of the shadows and owning it.

 

I can relate, in a way, myself.  Although different, it is another of those things that is not noticeable like being a female, or having a different skin color.  With religion being such a powerful force in society, being an atheist is something that can also ostracize you from groups of friends as well as family.  That has happened with me and numerous friends that were close to me and my wife prior to them finding out I am an atheist, and even some family members have pushed me aside as well.  So while extremely different in many ways, the situations have many similarities as well.

 

My only specific comment about what you wrote here is on this part...

///And also, why the fuck would I want to be friends with someone who doesn’t like gay people? Anyone who has a problem with it, by definition, shouldn’t be my friend in the first place.///

 

I encourage you to not push people away just because they might not support or agree with people that are gay.  I still have a great deal of friends that are very religious, and that have even been vocal about not liking the fact that I'm an atheist.  One of them is our very own vVv Fatal, and we've become very close friends despite the differences in religious opinions.  Remember that just because someone doesn't support it, doesn't mean they are bigots and hate you for it.  You can still find some very loveable friends among people that may claim to not "like" gay people.  Keep in mind also that many of the people that claim that have not been exposed to any gay people in their lives and ultimately it is just a 'fear of the unknown'.

 

Again, good post.

Share this comment


Link to comment

I barely read blogs but I ran through them seen this and actually read it, but its cool that u opened up and good too for mental health purposes but more importantly I noticed something that I personally can relate too.  When I was younger my uncle was gay and my family nor I never really said anything about it, till one day I decided to bring a girl that was a friend to dinner and she met both my uncles, once that happened it got out in the neighborhood and my friends made fun of me for a while and what made it worse for me at least was my moms best friend lived with us, my mom is gay, thats just her best friend.  So of course that got made fun of too, then my uncle started throwing these crazy holiday parties at his new house and they were fun and crazy and being younger after i went to one i thought it was perfect way for my friends to meet my uncle, his gay friends which were cool as shit, if u didnt know them u would never know, with the exception of a few that were obvious but still cool as fuck.  Well I told my uncle about bringing my pack of friends and he went all out got rides, stupid characters, etc etc etc and after that the jokes stopped, all of sudden he was cool and whens the next party.  From that I just came to the conclusion that my friends did that because it what society told them to do base off what they saw, read, and heard.  Once that got broken and we went to a cool crazy party thrown by no other then my uncle they perception changed 

Share this comment


Link to comment

@Beasy that was more a comment about how I shouldn't hide my thoughts and feelings because of fear that someone will take it the wrong way, not a "I'm going to go purge my facebook because someone said they like Chick Fil A".

 

@sK1ppY thanks for sharing that, it makes it seem like I can be myself more openly and have positive things result from it.

B Easy likes this

Share this comment


Link to comment

I am so happy you took time to write this all down and actually post this. :) 
Thank you for being open and letting everyone know the awesomeness you are!

Share this comment


Link to comment

I know said this over mumble but i will post it here.

Much respect Sugar, being vulnerable is tough because it can be shunned/exploited.  When you were 17 your friend effectively punished your vulnerability, which snowballed into other things.  So it makes sense that being vulnerable is difficult.

 

I give you immense credit for your blog because it is not an easy thing to do.  Professionally I work with people's vulnerabilities daily, as it is my job to do so.  Even privately 1 on 1 it can be a tough thing to do.

I meet weekly with my clinical team to ask questions and become vulnerable myself, a lot of times I stay quiet, which is something I am trying to improve on.

 

Hats off again you sugary bear you!

Share this comment


Link to comment

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!


Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.


Sign In Now