On the morning of September 20, 2011, I came across a video on CNN showing a gay soldier coming out to his father. It was the day when the “Don’t ask, don’t tell” policy in the US military was officially repealed, and that soldier has decided to show his face to the world. There was something very compelling about this tired, young airman, stationed in Germany, so far away from his family in Alabama. All throughout his conversation with his dad, he kept looking for reassurances that his father still loves him and accepts him, no matter what. That video went viral on YouTube, and later millions learned more about this young man, Randy Phillips, who took to social media to help himself going through the process of self-acceptance and coming out.
For me, though, it was equally the story of Randy’s father, whose name and face were not disclosed. Whereas Randy knew he was gay since he was a teenager, prepared himself for that call, and chose the time and the way for him to come out, his father didn’t have all that. Randy’s father didn’t have the benefit of knowing what the conversation is going to be about. He didn’t have the time to come in terms with his son’s sexual identity, the benefit of months of building up courage, social media and friends’ support, and of course, he didn’t have the knowledge that everything he was about to say will be recorded and posted online for the world to see. Randy’s phone call caught his father completely off guard, in the middle of the day, minding his business. Yet, in an almost matter-of-fact way, dad’s response the news was one of love and acceptance. Much like Randy, I was at the edge of my seat, yearning to hear his father’s reassuring words, that he still loves his son just as much, and that Randy’s coming out changes nothing. And his dad came through so perfectly. There was no second-guessing, no debating, no doubting, and no rejection, no shame or blame, only pure fatherly love, unconditional, automatic, and accepting without any hesitation. His response moved me to tears. Later, watching this with my wife, it brought me to tears, again. Love is a powerful thing.
I have two young boys; one is ten years old, the other is eight. They are the sunshine of my life, and I’m so proud of them and happy with every step they take in this world. Literally every step, from their first baby steps, and even before that. I have a happy and fulfilling marriage. I love my wife and she loves me. We’re best friend, and though we go through the occasional ups and downs, for most parts we work together rather well. I’m not gay, but ever since I remember, I cared about human rights, with the issue of LGBT rights being specially close to home (but that’s for another blog). Of course, my boys are still very young now, but around the time I was in six-grade (which is but nine months away for my oldest), I knew who I was attracted to. I can only assume that my kids will soon know, too. Whoever they are straight, gay, or anything else, I want them to be able to live their lives true to themselves. I want them to be comfortable with who they are. And I want them to be open with themselves and others as early as they can. I want them to know that I don’t put any expectations from them before my love to them. I have neither plans, nor road maps for them. All I want is their happiness, as defined by them. I want them to be able to grow up and to love and be loved by whoever they may be attracted to, without fearing rejection at home, or discrimination elsewhere.
When I became a naturalized US citizen and a registered voter in 2007, the hottest topic on the California ballot (where I live) was proposition 8, the constitutional definition of marriage as a union between a man and a woman. I voted no. Unfortunately, it didn’t help, but it made me keenly aware of the detrimental forces of fear and ignorance, politics and religion, and how much is still needs to be changed in California and the US. The country I come from, Israel, recognizes same sex, common-law marriage, as well as foreign same sex marriage, and since military service is mandatory, LGBT serve openly, like everyone else. It didn’t happen overnight, but if in a country that does not legally separate state and religion, where ultra-orthodox have the power to decide who’s going to be the prime minister, and where pressing issues of life and death weigh heavily on the political system, those achievements are quite remarkable. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LGBT_rights_in_Israel).
So, when I came across Randy’s story, I wanted to know more. It’s amazing how one’s mind works. Past horrific murders, like that of Matthew Shepard, or terrible and suicides, like that of Tyler Clementi, shook me, but didn’t move me to action. Yet, this one story of success, hope, and triumph, made me want to do more. I guess my brain responds better to happy endings. Might have also to do with being a father of boys growing and about to come of age. I wanted to follow Randy’s story and see where it goes. So I opened a Tweeter account with an alter ego name and followed @areyousuprised. Randy Phillips went back into his routine, and relative anonymity, serving his country overseas, but boy, was I in for a fun surprise. I have stumbled upon this amazing group of men, from all walks of life, all ages, marital status, and nationalities. Some deep in the closet, others on their way out, or completely in the open. Some victims of misinformed families, social ignorance and rejection, hate, prejudice, and discriminatory laws, others afraid of becoming ones. (You know who you are). It seems everyone was united in the need to express himself in an accepting and judgment free environment. I loved it. It was uninhibited and refreshing… and quite consuming. Most of all people genuinely cared for strangers, sought advice, and for most part, were down right funny. This made me very happy. I feel very comfortable and quite intrigued to take part in this loose Tweeter group and see where it goes.
I’m always available if anyone wants to talk about anything.
Alon Bar
Tweeter: @TitusWild
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thealonbar
email: TIITUS-wild@yahoo.com
Phone # available upon request.