NewNowNext covered Connor Franta’s coming out vlog.
Didn’t know who Connor Franta was?
He’s a YouTube star, and he just came out on… well, YouTube.
This is important to (almost) everyone.
It is important to every gay man or woman; to every brother or sister of every gay man or woman. It is important to every father, mother, son, daughter, cousin, aunt, teacher, friend, boss, colleague and, and, and – of every gay man or woman.
I can’t speak for gay women, but as a guy, I will say this:
It is the most intimate experience that a gay man will trip, in his lifetime, ever.
Yes… including that.
I wasn’t 30 seconds into Connor’s video before the Universe reminded me how momentous that rite of passage was.
Goosebumpcoveredbodywithalumpinyourthroatyounoticeonlyafterwetcheeks will do that to you.
It’s a rite of passage only some human beings have to do, but do – we have to.
Watching Connor’s vlog – 12 years after my pursuant of peace (and forgetting too quickly, clearly) – I was inclined to fake-stifle that ‘really?’ giggle…
Jejune. And vapid, I know.
To Connor, this is his moment.
Like mine was then: a mountainous monotony of perdition, immovable before me.
The ultimate tollgate.
And there is no alternate route to where you must arrive.
You can picnic where you are or pretend you’d actually wanted to veer off and go on some other trail… Whatever! When you’re ready, you must turn yours through the tollgate.
It really is a big deal
It is. So we mark-time while we figure– or try to figure it all out.
a mature teen an insolate brat, I settled into the following theory:
Why should I have to sit my parents down and tell them that I am gay when my sister doesn’t have to do the same – just because she’s not? She doesn’t have to gather herself before them, hands in lap, chin on chest and clear her throat before murmuring: ‘Mom… Dad… I like boys.’
So? What’s the big deal? Why should I have to?
For the record – it was no surprise. Obviously. But that’s not the point, because it didn’t negate the need for the occasion from either/all sides.
So here’s the thing: I did have to. We do have to.
A hundred years from now, society’s evolution may make this topic a complete nonentity.
I hope so. But we’re not there.
The world my parents grew up in was different to mine. Radically. And thankfully so.
We amortize that gap as we evolve, but that is as gradual as the days are long, so I am living inside of it – still. As is my Mom. As is my Dad. And although I felt like a lone ranger, I now know that I never was.
Everyone close enough to see enough lived/s inside of it too.
So I did have to.
We do have to.
That’s how family works.
Your journey may feel like your own, but you are the best-supporting actor in somebody else’s (and in that role because of how they rate you as a human being). And inside of themselves, they’re going as mad wanting to hear what you are wanting to say ~ and mostly just because they love you so.
That’s how family works.
Sidebar: If your reality involved reactions of the very grave and desperately sad opposite, then know this – they were going as mad wanting to hear what you were wanting to say, only to grant release of the cowardice they cannot command themselves.
Still, you have to.
We have to.
That’s why it’s such a big deal
Everything before it makes Galileo look like a lazy lout and Columbus’ sojourn seem casual by comparison… But it’s all perspective, right?
Ergo… thank you Connor.
Twelve years on and I can safely say: I needed that.
“You can’t not think about it…” he says.
You can’t. I still can’t – even now.
It’s what’s called ‘identity’ – and is proof that each of ours is unique to us.
Everything pre– was rooted in isolation, depression and obsession.
Everything after has been varying scales of exhalation, anticipation and obsession.
(Yes. Some things just change shape.)
Connor’s video – brought to his global audience with speed because of the digital devices we’ve embraced, and, whether self-serving or journey – is his intricate installation and to date, the ultimate cultural coup.
Cultural, whether seen by 1 or one billion, because it will motivate, move and magnify emotions – whichever way they may lean…
And for what it’s worth, it is one more story for the very beautiful, isolated and obsessed pre-tollgate human beings to hang hope upon.
G-d knows… I needed stories like that.
And there will never be enough.
So to every out gay man or woman – and to the brothers and sisters of out gay men and women; to the fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, cousins, aunts, teachers, friends, bosses, colleagues – and, and, and – reach out.
We have to. Not because we ‘have to’ …
…but because we have it, to.
My looking back gives me the gut-great grasp of this:
There is a profoundly infinite difference between define and confine.