As a Heterosexual Black male who has had his own Sexual preference questioned, by former mates on an occasion or two( yes, more than one and yes more than once), I have always felt a certain kinship with Black men who fall outside of the Masculine mainstream.
Granted I thought he was all manner of Meh in his job, but the game is the game. Its not like hes Luke Russert. He’s AIGHT.
Anyway, The bottom line is this… Coming out of the closet is a far bigger deal than a mere mortal Heterosexual Black Man can contemplate. Even a quasi-renaissance Heterosexual Black man like me.
I am in his corner, even I don’t exactly understand why.
I was contemplating taking a happyhappyjoyjoy turn today and my man, Tyrone Mitchell, ruined it with this gem here:
“Are you in love with me, or the idea of me?”
Somewhere, an ex of mine rolls her Eyes.
One of the things I realized as I grew into knowledge of myself after my first divorce was that I am not wired as the “typical” man is.
Oh, don’t get it twisted, a cursory glance will find the typical heterosexual male trappings –
- a penchant for appreciating the female frame
- affinity for following games played by other men as though they are life and death
- a tendency towards laziness in regards to housework and indifference to the nuances of Interior Design
But if you hang around me long enough, it will occur to you that I don’t follow the traditional arc of mannish behavior.
I’ll spare you the details, as my blog isn’t a living breathing personal ad. (I see some of y’all) Just trust me on this. Or ask a friend of mine, one of the many female friends, or one of the few male friends I have…most of who are in a similar state.
Once I realized that I was different, I had to come to grips with the fact that I was always going to be different and that I needed to find a woman who would love me for me.
What I discovered, often WAYYY too late, is that I found women who loved the idea of me, but found the reality of loving me to be rather ponderous and counter-intuitive. Or frankly, too much damn hassle.
The problem with dating one of THOSE dudes, which is short hand for men who shrug off some of the effects male privilege and be…actual human beings who feel emotions and actually express them rather than slathering machismo all over those emotions in an effort to deny their existence… is that all those coping mechanisms you learned navigating the maze of Y chromosomes tend to be rather useless.
Playing the Food, Sex, and silence trump card will usually create an entirely different argument. And for GOD’s sake, please don’t ascribe a man’s immunity to The FSS card to some kind of diminished Masculinity. Ain’t really no coming back from that.
Sorry, always get a bit personal when I wander into that rabbit hole. *pauses and breathes…finds his Center…resumes*
When you live an existence outside what people assume, you tend to attract folks looking for a change of pace.
“Tired of typical dudes? Find you one of those Sensitive cats”
“You need to leave those stuck-up professional women alone and find you one of those Good hearted normal sistas”
(Yes these are actual quotes. You would be amazed what you can overhear dropping off a fried shrimp platter)
That Change of pace is needed and necessary. It can also be VERY misleading.
Let’s be honest, relationships tend to be very instinctive. You do what comes natural; what makes you comfortable.
If you have invested a significant amount of time in adjusting to the typical battle between men and women, you have a tendency to sink into that mode as a default setting. Encountering someone who flies in the face of such behavior can be rather off-putting and unsettling. At That point, you have a choice to make:
Learn how to walk all over again…or walk.
This post should serve as a cautionary tale for all people getting back into the game, particularly those who are exiting long term relationships or a series of men/women cut from the same cloth and created macros and shortcuts for handling conflict.
It’s a Whole New World, out there Folks. Be careful what you are wishing for when you rub the magic lamp.
Word to Iago.