Intersections: Gender and Sexuality in Asia and the Pacific
Issue 22, October 2009 |
A Personal Narrative Anonymous Interlocutor: Akhil Katyal Basically, it was when I started seeing a woman that I actually came out to a lot of people in college. People had seen me talking constantly on the phone in that unmistakable way, and I was asked to spill the beans, in one of those wonderful sessions in which everyone talks about boys and exes and swears each other to secrecy. I was asked, 'It's some guy, right?' and I replied that it wasn't, it was a girl, and she was my girlfriend. Everyone thought I was joking, and when I began to get a bit confrontational ('Yeah? You think I'm joking? Do you? Huh?') I was quickly believed. It was incredibly easy and I didn't have to cry quietly when things finally didn't work out. It gets progressively easier for me to tell people when they assume the term 'he' when talking about lovers, or when casual questions are asked. Soon after I'd joined university, I joined a queer group outside the university and that, I think, made things a whole lot easier for me. Since it was not meant only for LGBT people, nobody asked me what my sexual orientation was and I was thankful for that, because there would have been no easy way to answer that question at that point. I also had people to talk to about my uncertainties and think aloud with, about sexuality in general, which made a massive difference to me since I needed that kind of conversation to keep me thinking about myself. I needed not to take it so seriously, because in talking about it with people around me, it felt like I'd be prematurely 'coming out' and defining myself, which I was in no state of mind to do. I was eventually able to deal with my own sexuality lightly and in a completely drama-free way, which was a huge relief. Because sometimes, you have to be able to laugh off the way people see you, if you don't want to feel threatened, or go crazy telling everyone off. More than once, I've had to sit hard on my hands while somebody in class talks about how same-sex relationships don't make sense since they don't produce babies or someone calmly informs everyone that gay people are more likely to contract syphilis, hepatitis, commit suicide and generally die earlier than those darned lucky heteros. I'm forced to grope around for rational arguments or I just don't comment, but sometimes it takes an effort not to scream 'I'm a lesbian!!!' at the top of my lungs, just for the drama, while everyone scrambles for cover, in case it's contagious. |
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