I honestly can’t recall what I said or did to prompt such a judgmental comment, but one day Rick (one of my high school classmates) looked at me and declared, “VanderPol, you’re a Total Faggot!” I was embarrassed. I felt ashamed.
Keep in mind that I didn’t exactly have a “Gay-Straight Alliance” available to give me support at my ROMAN CATHOLIC high school in the “enlightened metropolis” of Terre Haute, Indiana! And lest I out myself as being an “old fart”, keep in mind that I attended high school between 1972 – 1976. Being from Terre Haute I didn’t exactly have a Gay Hotline, gay websites (let alone the Internet) or gay-friendly family, clergy or friends to turn to when my classmate verbally gay-bashed me.
And so, for many years (even after I came out), I worked hard to prevent the rest of the world from seeing the “Inner Faggot” that my classmate Randy saw. Even after high school, I can recall an openly gay friend at Indiana State chastise my “faggishness” by ordering me to “Butch it up, girlfriend!” What had I become, just another “Nelly Retail Queen” like Emmett’s character on Queer As Folk (“I know that you all just think of me as this Nelly retail queen…”)?
My coming out journey hasn’t always been smooth or easy. This isn’t a cause for self-pity — just a statement of fact. I also realize that very few are the GLBT persons who can claim to have had an “easy” time coming out TOTALLY to themselves and to others (not to mention to God).
Despite my less-than-gay-friendly high school and college years, last spring something just snapped. Maybe all these years of working for a GAY newspaper finally made a difference!
The “shap” I’m speaking of is NOT the kind of “snap” a bitchy queen makes with his fingers. This was the “snap” that allowed me to LISTEN TO and EMBRACE the “Faggot Within” myself. To my way of thinking, my “Faggot Within” is similar to what best-selling author Brad Gooch calls our “Boyfriend Within” in his bestseller Finding The Boyfriend Within. This is the voice inside our head (and NOT that “head”, silly queen!) that is the proud, courageous and self-accepting part of our personality that gives voice to the unashamed part of our sexual orientation (whether we are gay or bisexual).
My Inner-Faggot Within said words to me to the effect, “Honey, it’s about time to OWN and EMBRACE the fact that you ARE a “Total Faggot’”. This time my “Inner Homophobe” agreed with my “Faggot Within” and in a matter of seconds mountains of internalized homophobia seemed to vanish!
I felt relief. I felt joy. I felt a greater sense of self-acceptance that I didn’t realize was even possible for me to feel.
Part of my journey toward BEing and LOVing the “Total Faggot” that I am has lead me to do some gender-bending things I’ve wanted to do for YEARS (OK, maybe even decades). So I went out and had both of ears pierced (a can of Coor’s Light helped me face that fear), I’m wearing ear cuffs and I’ve started wearing lipstick and “guyliner” both in public and in private! Can piercing my nipples or my “ying-yang” be far away? Probably. <blush>
Did I mention that I’ve been fitted for my FIRST BRA!!! (a fitting that took place in – of all parts of Metro Louisville that you would NOT expect to take place – the socially uptight suburb of SAINT MATTHEWS!!! Men might get fitted for bras in the Highlands and Old Louisville neighborhoods, but NEVER in Saint Matthews! I am such a pioneer!). Feminists get thrilled about burning their bras, while we drag queen-wannabes get moist about being fitted for our first bra. (By the way, my size is 64-B (yeah, I’m a “fuller-figured lady”). Deal with it.)
I don’t necessarily believe that my (let alone all bisexual and gay men’s) Inner Faggot is “100% screaming queen 100% of the time”. What I do believe is that this inner voice is totally authentic and has much integrity. No Inner Faggot would even think about including the phrase “Straight Acting” within a personal ad. That kind of wording comes from the Homophobe Within part of one’s personality. I don’t need that voice running my life anymore, let alone writing my personal ads. My Inner Faggot refuses to “act” to gain someone else’s approval. My Faggot Within is capable of being masculine without needing to “act” masculine.
I don’t care how masculine or feminine any GLBT person happens to be. My point is that we can call make two choices: We can choose to BE OURSELVES and we can choose to STOP letting internalized messages of shame (call it “homophobia”, “biphobia” or “transphobia”, or whatever else you care to call it) run our lives. We may need a therapist or support to make these two choices, but we CAN make these choices. We may need to re-commit to making these choices several times each day, but these are choices we can make.
What is the worst thing that would happen if you embraced your Faggot Within/Dyke Within/Bisexual Within/Transgender Within?





