A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to My Sexual Orientation
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Authors: Kage Alan
Zumaya Publications
www.zumayapublications.com
Copyright ©2008 by Kristoffer Gair
First published in 2008, 2008
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Alan, Kage, 1970—
Andy Stevenson vs. The Lord of the Loins / Kage Alan.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-934841-00-6 (alk. paper)
1. Gay college students—Fiction. 2. Michigan—Fiction. I. Title. II. Title: Andy Stevenson versus The Lord of the Loins.
PS3601.L327A84 2008
813'.6—dc22
2008027434
Special Thanks To: My parents for everything (love, support, editing skills and believing in me), Tashka, Kira and Jesse.
Thanks To: Milt Ford, Sharon Whitehill, Diane Abbott, Don Zomberg, Jay Taylor, Jose Reyes, Chad Voelkers, Jack Cain, Anthony Seaman, Greg Sievert, Chester Swider, Amy Fletemier, Sue Kenty-Roberts, Theresa Taylor, Todd Miller, Jennifer Neault, the Grand Valley State University Tutoring Center 1989-1993 and Gladys Hurst.
Thanks To Those Whom I've Never Met But Who Inspired This Work Nonetheless: Marian Gold, Roland Orzabal, Curt Smith, Per Gessle, Marie Fredriksson, Michael Cretu, Vangelis, Hans Zimmer, Martha Davis and Jordan Young.
Having your first novel published is an exhilarating time, but more work than you can possibly imagine. Unless you're a household name or been featured on
Oprah
, get ready to learn the fine art of PR: how to find all the cheap flights, cheap hotels, cheap transportation to and from the cheap flights and cheap hotels, make contacts at bookstores, keep the stores in touch with their distributors, keep the distributors in touch with your publisher, keep in touch with all the publications who might review your work, pray people will show up to your signings, rely on your friends’ unique talents that you never realized they had and hope to heck your book was worth all the trouble you went through in the end anyway.
Still sound easy? Then try dealing with a New York cab driver ... because that's
fun
.
There wouldn't have been a release of
A Funny Thing
... if I didn't have the complete support of my partner, and there wouldn't have been a new edition without the support of my family, friends (both new and old) and new publisher. I humbly thank you all. I also thank you for your continued interest in my work. There's plenty left to share, so strap yourselves in.
Having said that, let's get on with the Version 2.0 of
A Funny Thing
... featuring:
All new special effects!
A new cover!
Fewer typos!
A new surprise or two!
Subliminal messages suggesting you also buy the sequel,
Andy Stevenson vs. The Lord of the Loins!
Sincerely,
Kage Alan
November 8, 2007
Love is a phenomenal experience. For some, it's merely a passing fanny while for others, like myself, it is the end of a long and often painful, if not embarrassing, journey into adulthood.
I used to find it difficult to believe in true romantic love the way I found it difficult to believe in God, mostly because I'd never experienced either—or thought I hadn't, in the case of God. Now—
now
—I believe in miracles and God because of love, but it didn't start out that way, not even close.
It seems ironic to me now that I never caught on to all the signs about my sexuality that appeared to me early on in life. Then again, maybe it isn't so ironic after all, especially with the way society feels about gays. I think I was too young to understand names and labels and religious beliefs dictating right from wrong in areas where only a fundamental fear of the unknown existed. It's universal for people to fear and lash out against what they don't understand. Homosexuality is no exception. Of course, rap music wasn't accepted by society for a while either, so maybe there's hope after all.
The only unknown mysteries in life that I cared about back when I was growing up were what episodes of
Johnny Sokko & His Flying Robot, Ultraman
and
Battlestar Galactica
were going to be on TV that week. A few years after that, the mystery of what made my body feel good became a fixation, as it did for many other boys my age. However, that's said to be natural and normal, and experimentation can be chalked up to boys just being boys. No harm is really done, as long as it doesn't continue past a certain age where those curiosities are supposed to end and new ones begin.
That new age of curiosities was when I think I began to run into trouble, because the old one never quit. I still somehow managed to repress acting them out and tried to focus on women instead. Essentially, that went nowhere. The harder I tried to make myself interested in the opposite sex, the further I distanced myself from everybody, includeing myself, and I was only in junior high at the time!
My true search for love, that one thing I'd never had or felt before, didn't begin until after my first year of college while on a trip to California. I don't think I was really ready to begin my quest before then, and I certainly wasn't prepared for what I found. The sum of my experiences early on in life forced me to reach out and become someone I had the potential to be, as opposed to the wisecracking smartass I was; but in doing so, it also forced me to come to terms with my true sexuality.
Who knew that my life would change forever in the space of six days?
Hi. My name's Andy. Not Andrew or anything foreign, just Andy. It isn't the greatest name in the world, but it certainly isn't the worst. My parents liked the sound of it, but I prefer to think that I was intentionally named after Andy Taylor, the really cool Duran Duran ex-guitarist. There are certainly worse people and worse things to be named after. I knew a kid from Illinois whose name was John. Not Jonathan, just John. He swore up and down that his parents wanted a daughter and named him after a urinal out of spite. His parents were bitter that way. Still, John had to admit that things could have been worse. Neither one of us is named Richard.
When I think about how things started, I don't believe I wanted to “come out” at all. I wasn't happy, and in all honesty, I wasn't exactly the most likeable person at times; but that didn't bother me as much as having to admit to myself that I was gay. I couldn't do it, maybe because I equated it with finding out from the doctor that I had some nasty disease, that I was going to be branded by society as an undesirable and be a victim for the rest of my life.
Nevertheless, slowly but surely, I came to the realization that I was, indeed, gay; and it didn't seem nearly as bad as I'd first thought. Wasn't I still the same sarcastic son of a bitch, if not a bit happier? Wasn't I looking for someone to share my life with and wake up next to in the morning on a more permanent basis? Wouldn't it be nice if they remembered my name for a change? And didn't I want to live beyond my meager means and pay for everything by credit card?
Yes! I wanted all the things that every heterosexual male did, so imagine the irony I felt when I was branded by society as an undesirable and had to fight to not be a victim anyway. Funny how that works, isn't it? Yeah, well, so is Viagra.
A lot of straight people wonder how someone “becomes” gay, or if they were really born that way or even if it has something to do with their environment.
Good questions.
I'm an only child, and I have always been close to both my parents. I wasn't sexually abused and never lusted after my mother. For that matter, I never lusted after my father. I really didn't need to say that, but it never ceases to amaze me what questions people will actually think of when there's a gay man or woman around.
Let me just get some of the answers to standard questions out of the way now. I don't molest children. I don't look at guys in the shower. I don't stare at guys’ crotches at the gym, and I don't walk into a room and start picking out guys to try and seduce. Ideas like that only add to existing problems and misconceptions about gays.
I was never big into sports, but I did enjoy reading and playing with my Legos,
Star Wars
toys and Atari video games. This seems to be a pretty normal childhood to me. I do have a number of cousins on both sides of my family who are gay, only I wasn't aware of it back then. Heck, I never even met them, since they lived out in California and my grandparents never spoke about them.
In light of all this, I find it difficult to believe that I was somehow “influenced to become gay."
One final idea that straight people have about gays is that they're looking for acceptance of some kind, and that ultimately steers them into homosexuality. Yeah, right. Ultimate acceptance through ultimate disapproval? And a sane person thought this up?
What I can tell you about my childhood is that I liked having friends who were girls. I've always felt comfortable talking to women, and tended to make a better friend than date. Too, I liked having guy friends, and I can remember pursuing friendships with guys who I found to be attractive and wanted to experiment with, even as far back as grade school. Kids are curious at that age, only I was really curious.
There was Jim in third grade, Andrew in fourth, Scott and Mike in fifth and Randy in sixth. With my blue eyes and blond hair, they weren't too difficult to convince. Still, I was too young to be called a slut and too stupid to realize what this was all pointing to.
I had two more experiences, one in eighth grade and another in ninth, and then it ended. Most of the people I'd had these experiences with had moved away by the time I entered tenth grade, so I wasn't in too much danger of my classmates finding out. I was still worried, though. The mere possibility of being found out was enough to make me insecure and an easy target to abusive peers.
Just to be on the safe side, I did date girls during those years to make it look like I was “normal.” I started dating a girl when I was a sophomore who was genuinely special and who treated me very, very well. I can remember riding my bike over to her house a number of times and watching a movie or playing on the computer with her. When we weren't together, we talked on the phone for hours, and it didn't matter what we were talking about as long as we were talking. At school, I met her each day at her locker and then between classes, when the rooms were actually close enough. I was, in essence, everything the perfect boyfriend was supposed to be, and she was everything the perfect girlfriend was supposed to be.
I began to worry as the relationship progressed toward where it would inevitably lead. We liked each other well enough, but there were some deeper desires that seemed to be awakening in her that never woke up in me. I was scared to death to tell her that I was attracted to her in every way except sexually, and the closer she tried to get, the further I pushed her away. I think she thought I might have been a bit of a prude, but I didn't have to worry about it very long. In the end, she decided she wasn't going to wait around for me to lose my morality ... and virginity. She had a new boyfriend within a few weeks who had her in bed experimenting with handcuffs and flavored lubricants.