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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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My Story - 1. My Story

I stand now on the threshold

Of the winter of my life

For Eighty years I've journeyed

Through years of joy and strife

 

The mists of time churn softly

But clearly now and then

I see my past before me

And taste the fear again

 

Yes, fear became my master

A slave I was to fear

Fear, with every heartbeat

You see,

I was born a queer.

 

What hateful names were used

To vilify my kind

What dreadful ways we suffered

Abuse of flesh and mind.

 

I was born late in the thirties

They were stressful years

A time of world-wide upheaval

A dreadful time for queers

 

My early years weren't happy

However much I tried

My parents fought each other hard

And practised suicide

To cope I made a happy place

Where pleasure was conceived

Where fear and pain were banished

A place of make-believe

 

But soon I had strange stirrings

Both in body and in mind

New hair adorned my privates

Old muscles more defined

My voice began to deepen

Ugly pimples seemed to thrive

I grew another inch or three

My puberty had arrived

 

But, I've always had a feeling

A sense that something's wrong

A sense that I was different

That I didn't quite belong.

Nothing was specific

Nothing I could face

Just a general ambience

Towards the female race

 

Oh, I was part of all the banter

That teenage boys employ

The drooling o'er the female form, with

Lewd tales of sinful joy

I joined the raucous repartee

Divulging dreams of lust

I played the game; the hetro game

And lied . . . to my disgust

 

So,

 

My teenage years I struggled through

Tormented by my burden

No parents, friends knew of my sin

My revolting vile perversion

 

My persecutors loud and shrill they were

So strident and irate

From pulpit, courtroom, school and home

They brayed their awful hate

But I was too young to understand

What caused my suffering

To all it seemed I simply was

Not a person - just a thing

 

At night I cried my lonely tears

No one around who cared

There was no hope, no hope at all

In misery I despaired

 

So here was I at thirteen years

In the year of fifty one

No fault of mine I had become

An outcast - for all to shun

 

 

 

But nature could not be denied

For men like me inclined

In desperate need I searched for love

Wherever I could find

In dim-lit sordid toilet blocks

Amid fetid foul fumes

In the back seat of cars

In sleazy motel rooms

 

But soon came social pressure

From family, friends I faced

Stress to make an awful choice

To find- or not- a mate

 

Should I maintain my present life?

And admit that I was queer

Then bear the brunt of society's hate

And live a life in fear

To 'Come Out' was an unknown term

There was no accepted way

To 'Come Out' meant a life of pain

Each and every day

 

No, this was not a path to choose

Who wants to live afraid?

Who wants to invite punishment?

And be a renegade

Queers were such a sinful lot

Dirty, foul, depraved

Illegal, and cast down by god

So I chose the coward's way

 

To marriage in its blissful state

Reluctantly I succumbed

And soon, too soon it followed that

A parent I did come

Whatever joy my new life posed

Dark thoughts began to loom

How much I tried I couldn't hide

The elephant in the room

 

 

 

For twenty years I played the game

For twenty years I struggled

For twenty years the pressure grew

But in the end I buckled

And on one Sunday afternoon

I ended up facedown

Collapsing on the ground I had

A complete nervous breakdown

 

They dosed me full of Pentothal

So much that I became

Released from fear, anxiety and dread

And so revealed my shame

 

What followed then was dire and grim

Painfully I endured

Both electric shock and chemical dose

In hope that I be cured

For at that time it was believed

My condition was an affliction

That could be healed by medical means

Ha! A serious dangerous fiction

 

They sat me in a darkened room

And on a screen displayed

Random naked male torsos

It was all a ghastly charade

My body arched and jerked around

As current through me surged

In vain attempt to make me well

My illness to be purged

 

Then they gave me El Ess Dee

To induce hallucination

With female images they tried to force

A hetero association

 

Of course it failed, it had to fail

It's totally completely bizarre

Who we are is set in stone

You can't change who you are

 

 

 

The treatment left me in disarray

A physical emotional mess

Depression, fear, anxiety arose

I soon was in distress

The searing jolts of electricity had

Harmed me fundamentally

My damaged brain now struggled with

A crisis of identity

 

For forty years from then till now

I've lived with my affliction

Alcohol gave me some relief but this

Morphed into addiction

Thankfully all this now is past

And now I say amen

Perhaps my story a warning be, that

 

. . . It never ever happens again!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2017 grahamsealby; All Rights Reserved.
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I'm left speechless... I'm just a young man in his early twenties, it's difficult to imagine what it must have been like to be gay so long ago.

 

Thank you for sharing your experiences, and I hope writing it down, was in some way, cathartic. 

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Thank you for all your generation endured and did to help change things so that we could at least get to the place we are now.

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Your story must have been hard to tell, yet so many need to hear it. The pain, and your hurt speak volumes to me. Thank you for sharing this and for letting so many know they are not alone. 

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Thank you Drew. It was something I needed  to do. I'm left with a smouldering anger. No person should have to endure such torture. My story isn't as bad as Alan Turing. Not only did he build one of the first computers he also saved many lives (and shortened the war) by cracking the Nazi Enigma code. What did they do to him. He approached a young man and was caught. He was charged and sentenced to chemical castration. Soon after he killed himself. It's so sad .  .  . so wasteful. You sound like a really nice person .  .  . go and have a happy life. 

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2 hours ago, WolfM said:

Thank you for all your generation endured and did to help change things so that we could at least get to the place we are now.

Thanx WolfM. It's all in the past now but a warning to your generation .  .  . dont let those religious and other right wingers ever get into a position of influence again. Hope your life is going well and that you're happy

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2 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

Your story must have been hard to tell, yet so many need to hear it. The pain, and your hurt speak volumes to me. Thank you for sharing this and for letting so many know they are not alone. 

Thanx Parker .  .  . your comments encourage me. I'm not the only one who has suffered; have a read of what happened to Alan Turing. A great man cut down by religious bigotry. I hope your life's going well and you've achieved some happiness.

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Thank you for sharing. I have no words on how to express how much my heart is feeling the pain from this. Thank you.

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Sometimes I wonder how humanity has survived.  Why is there this need to impose such horrors on those different or not what is deemed "normal"?   It's happened so much to so many groups.   I cry for what you and others of your generation endured.  TOLERANCE, ACCEPTANCE!   The hell with love thy neighbor.   Just tolerate or accept them.  A very powerful,  well-written piece.  Thank you.

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10 hours ago, avidreadr said:

Sometimes I wonder how humanity has survived.  Why is there this need to impose such horrors on those different or not what is deemed "normal"?   It's happened so much to so many groups.   I cry for what you and others of your generation endured.  TOLERANCE, ACCEPTANCE!   The hell with love thy neighbor.   Just tolerate or accept them.  A very powerful,  well-written piece.  Thank you.

Thanx .  .  . Im really appreciated your comment and thanx for taking time to contact me. I guess our problems stem from the bible and christianity. The same Christians who are extolling 'love thy neighbour' are condemning gays. Were it not for the cry of 'the jews killed christ' I doubt if we would have had hatred of the jewish people. My story is but a drop in the ocean of Intolerance.

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I was looking for something else but found you. I've been married now for seven years to a wonderful man.  We live in Ontario, Canada .. where things were bad years ago but have changed and are still improving for LGBT people. It's because of all of you before us, we can live like we do now. It's because of all of you, Michael and i can walk hand-in-hand.  

 

Your poem was very well done. You have said so much and I nearly missed it.  I have put a link to it in the Live Poet's Society in hopes more will read it. 

 

Thanks again for sharing it and your experience. 

 

tim 

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11 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

I was looking for something else but found you. I've been married now for seven years to a wonderful man.  We live in Ontario, Canada .. where things were bad years ago but have changed and are still improving for LGBT people. It's because of all of you before us, we can live like we do now. It's because of all of you, Michael and i can walk hand-in-hand.  

 

Your poem was very well done. You have said so much and I nearly missed it.  I have put a link to it in the Live Poet's Society in hopes more will read it. 

 

Thanks again for sharing it and your experience. 

 

tim 

Thanx Tim .  .  . your comment was very much appreciated. We all must guard against those punitive times occurring again. You are to be congratulated on a happy marriage to MIchael. Wish you manny, many more years  of happiness.

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17 hours ago, atlteddy said:

I am touched and speechless..Thank you for sharing such intimate feelings.

Thanx .  .  . I really appreciate your response. I wish you a very happy life.

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On 19/08/2017 at 9:52 PM, BHopper2 said:

Thank you for sharing. I have no words on how to express how much my heart is feeling the pain from this. Thank you.

Thanx .  .  . your comment is appreciated. I hope you're happy and enjoying this wonderful life we call being gay

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I was born in 1950 into a sadistic Catholic environment.

I knew that I was different by the time I was 5 but I had no idea what the word for was.

However my parents aunts and uncles knew what I was and they were either Baptist or Catholic.

So 6 months before the first grade begin for me they began a pogrom to make me walk like a boy and talk like a boy and behave like a so-called boy.

This was accomplished through coercion and beatings. Then I was yelled at for being depressed and beaten for being depressed.

I was never going to be what they wanted me to be because I could not give them what I did not possess. So they stole my childhood from me and put me through hell before I was even a teenager and put me through more hell as a teenager. They made one mistake, they enrolled me in a martial arts school at the age of 10. I discovered acceptance by a martial arts instructor that never yelled at me and always encouraged me. He took me from a 10 year old boy that could not even execute a single push-up to a martial artist that by age 16 my father could no longer abuse with impunity. It would be 17 more years before I could come out as an openly gay man in 1983. I lost my virginity the same year. 20 years after that after seeing a psychologist for two and a half years I learned to not hate myself from my Catholic upbringing and began to even realize I could love myself. Fuck religion. I will only say there were a number of Catholic and Baptist boys that found themselves in the emergency room when they thought they were going to harm me, for being "different".

I never grew up being happy because I grew up alone denied any companionship and ostracized by both my school and my family and even my age peer group.

 

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On 07/11/2017 at 2:25 PM, Ricky_writer said:

I was born in 1950 into a sadistic Catholic environment.

I knew that I was different by the time I was 5 but I had no idea what the word for was.

However my parents aunts and uncles knew what I was and they were either Baptist or Catholic.

So 6 months before the first grade begin for me they began a pogrom to make me walk like a boy and talk like a boy and behave like a so-called boy.

This was accomplished through coercion and beatings. Then I was yelled at for being depressed and beaten for being depressed.

I was never going to be what they wanted me to be because I could not give them what I did not possess. So they stole my childhood from me and put me through hell before I was even a teenager and put me through more hell as a teenager. They made one mistake, they enrolled me in a martial arts school at the age of 10. I discovered acceptance by a martial arts instructor that never yelled at me and always encouraged me. He took me from a 10 year old boy that could not even execute a single push-up to a martial artist that by age 16 my father could no longer abuse with impunity. It would be 17 more years before I could come out as an openly gay man in 1983. I lost my virginity the same year. 20 years after that after seeing a psychologist for two and a half years I learned to not hate myself from my Catholic upbringing and began to even realize I could love myself. Fuck religion. I will only say there were a number of Catholic and Baptist boys that found themselves in the emergency room when they thought they were going to harm me, for being "different".

I never grew up being happy because I grew up alone denied any companionship and ostracized by both my school and my family and even my age peer group.

 

OH wow Rickey, what a sad story. I can identify with growing up alone and unhappy. Writing that poem made me reflect on my life. I spent the first 40 years living a lie and the next 40 years feeling guilty and ashamed. I wanted to pass on my life story only to let people understand that I was wrong and that we should strive to find happiness in the midst of adversity. I love your comment about martial arts and people ending up in the emergency ward. I wish I had done that; maybe all gay kids should do some martial arts training. One thing I'm curious - you say that 'However my parents aunts and uncles knew what I was and they were either Baptist or Catholic.'How can this be? What were you doing that made them think this way?

Thnx for responding. I've heard from a lot of guys who also had bad upbringings, so we're not alone.

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 my parents aunts and uncles knew that I was a sissy at age 5 because I loved fingernail and toenail polish and open toe sandals. I walked like a sissy on the balls of both feet my hands were out from either side kind of like I was balancing on a Wire and then when I spoke I always use my hands to their way of thinking excessively to express myself while I'm talking. I had two girl cousins that enjoyed putting makeup on me and I loved how I looked with the makeup on. So yes I was indeed a sissy but I had no idea what homosexuality was all about even though a couple of years earlier I was severely molested. Those in the family that knew about it limited knowledge to a total of 3 people.

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15 hours ago, Ricky_writer said:

 my parents aunts and uncles knew that I was a sissy at age 5 because I loved fingernail and toenail polish and open toe sandals. I walked like a sissy on the balls of both feet my hands were out from either side kind of like I was balancing on a Wire and then when I spoke I always use my hands to their way of thinking excessively to express myself while I'm talking. I had two girl cousins that enjoyed putting makeup on me and I loved how I looked with the makeup on. So yes I was indeed a sissy but I had no idea what homosexuality was all about even though a couple of years earlier I was severely molested. Those in the family that knew about it limited knowledge to a total of 3 people.

Well as kids we all like to dress up .  .  . I can remember trying on my mothers shoes and dressing up as Robin Hood or some such hero. I'm really sorry to hear that you were molested. It's an awful experience - one that is very very hard to forget. I hope you haven't been left with too much of a trauma. When it happened to me I felt ashamed and guilty - thought it was my fault. The memory never goes away. Thanx for sharing

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A generation younger and while your story and mine, in terms of our own life journeys are similar (confusion, marriage, children, divorce, coming out) i did not have to suffer the torture and torments of society. For the most part my friends remained my friends, my family remained my family. I write this not to down play the hideousness of what you went through, but to show that perhaps over time (albeit too long a time) things are improving. I was inwardly thrilled when my eldest came home from his first fortnight at senior school ( mid/late 1990s) to say that the captain of the school 1st 18 aussie rules team was gay. So another generation on and another small, step towards enlightenment.

 

Thank you for sharing.

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Thnx for your comment. There are times when the guilt about the pain I caused to family etc. surfaces. I have to keep reminding myself that society, not me, is to blame. I've actually written a poem about the Inn riots which I'm about to post. On another issue, I love Aussie Rules but unfortunately support the Swans. I still retain fond memories of the 2005 grand final. I was further  enthralled when Jason Ball came out which has opened the door to many gay aussie rules players. 

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