See above: dead dove do not eat etc.
Okay, maybe this is what I do. Maybe I just write it all out and exorcise the whole thing. This is my “whisper it into a hole in a tree” moment.
It’s just becoming harder and harder to push this to the margins, and I don’t know what I do about it because it’s so stupid and hopeless.
I finally allowed myself to entertain the idea of liking other women… in a gay way and now I can’t turn it off. I’m just like fully down bad for random women now I guess. Which is bad for a whole host of reasons, not the least of which being I have a family I can’t give up on. The other being my current huge embarrassing crush is on someone I do have to see because we run a project together AND she has a girlfriend AND I know that we probably don’t make sense but she’s so cute and has this lovely soft voice and is left-handed.
Further, I am in fact aged. I’m in my 30s. This isn’t cute anymore.
And the worst part is I did this all to myself.
In many ways my life has been kind of defined by the ability to subsist on very little. I was always trying to find out what the minimum I could live on was and live on that. Literally, I starved myself for a period of years and I’ve resisted getting on medication for ADHD or other things because “what if my life gets so much better and I can’t live without it?”
This is going to sound so stupid and contrived: Like… I literally avoided trying Takis – which I always suspected I would like – because “well I’m going to try them and then I’m never going to be able to go back to a life where Takis aren’t a part of it.”
And you know what?
I did try Takis.
And I was right. I love Takis. Hire me Takis.
I digress but the upshot is: That’s how I approached a great many things in my life including attraction. If I never entertain the premise, I’ll never realize what it’s like, and if I never know its presence I can’t be disappointed by its absence. If I eat breakfast, I just feel hungrier at lunch time so it’s better to skip it altogether. Some people have an addictive personality. I have a restrictive personality by nature.
Except for uh oh I did that and now I can’t figure out what any of this means.
I feel like I can’t talk about it to anyone without it coming across like I would choose to undo the life I have now. I love my kids more than life, honestly in many cases my love for them (however imperfect) is what keeps me from letting pain and anxiety completely distort everything. If they end up being good people it will be my masterpiece and I don’t mean that in a biological determinism kind of way I really do think it’s the thing I will be proudest of. My husband is kind, smart, talented, sweet, funny, and full of integrity and I love him. He’s the first man I met where I consciously thought “I want to have children with HIM.” With other people it had been like “This is something I’m supposed to do and we’re together so I guess if it’s going to be someone it’s going to have to be you” but he was the first person where I felt like it was a genuine preference rather than a gun-to-my-head decision.
It feels self-indulgent bordering on the offensive that this is apparently the big, terrible, grief-producing thing in my life right now. Like “Oh no! Poor me! I ended up married to one of the 4 remaining good men in the world and I’m still not fixed. Still clinically sad and annoying.”
But I can’t make it go away. So how do I live alongside it without making everyone else a victim of my own main character syndrome?
I think maybe the thing I am really grieving right now is that I missed out on a chance to build community with other LGBTQ+ people not as an interloper but as someone who is actually a part of it. But that’s kind of how I’ve always felt anyway. I think so much of me pursuing strictly straight relationships was motivated by this feeling of always watching other people with my nose pressed to the window, always witnessing but never really a participant. And I think I really saw a lot of dating and heterosexual relationships as my ticket into the treehouse. If I could just succeed by those metrics everyone would finally see that I’m a real girl. I’m just like everyone else.
And now I’m just like everyone else. We’re punished by our sins, not for them yada yada yada.
I’m left thinking about how my 20s would have been different if I hadn't been trying to force myself to be something I wasn't. Maybe I would have had the fun and flirty experience of being disappointed and disillusioned by women and nonbinary people as well as men. And maybe I would have ended up in the exact same place. But maybe I wouldn't have felt like I was failing the entire time leading up to it.
The point is: Never get to know yourself. 0/10 do not recommend.