HeatherN reflects upon a time when she chose to back into the closet.
Coming out of the closet was a gradual process for me. The first person I came out to was a friend in 2003, but I had my biggest coming out in 2005. That’s the year I finally told my parents, and every other little coming out since then has been easy in comparison. Or at least, almost every other coming out has been easy. I have gone back into the closet exactly once in my life, and this is a discussion around that situation.
In the summer of 2010 I got a job doing archaeological survey for the U.S. Forest Service in Northern California. For four months, I would spend ten hours a day, four days a week with the same three people, isolated from anyone else in the middle of a national forest. By the end, everyone would either love or hate each other; either way, we would all get to know each other really well. Which meant that at some point I would end up having an “I’m gay,” conversation with my co-workers. It’s a conversation I’ve had a million times, and I’ll probably have another million times. I wasn’t worried.
My survey team consisted of a young man from Buffalo, New York with a degree in Biblical archaeology, a local middle aged woman who was married and had no college degree, and our supervisor: a local man who had just gotten his degree in archaeology and Middle Eastern Studies. We settled into our daily routine quite quickly. During our breaks we would talk about everything from our family lives to the politics of gang violence. Right away it became clear that my three colleagues were extremely conservative and quite religious, which actually just made our conversations more interesting. We were all respectful of each other’s differing opinions and outlooks. We never once got into any sort of shouting match or name calling; we were at work, after all, and so we remained professional. Even so, there was one topic I never broached, and that was my sexual orientation.
Normally I only ever bring up my sexual orientation if it’s pertinent to a conversation, anyway. I don’t go out of my way to bring it up, but I also don’t go out of my way to avoid it. If I’m having a conversation about the weather, I’m not going to try to worm it into the conversation. On the other hand, if someone points out that a particular actor is really hot, I might make a joke about how “he’s really not my type,” or something. At this job, though, I made a conscious effort not to out myself, which is harder than it sounds. Being gay might not be the most interesting thing about me, but it permeates and colours many other aspects of my life. I ended up filtering everything I said about myself to make sure I didn’t inadvertently come out.
I wasn’t only worried about their reactions because they were conservative. They had also made anti-gay comments and used anti-gay slurs on occasion. Whenever this happened, I would quietly mention that I didn’t think the comments were appropriate, but I completely failed to mention that they were offensive to me, personally. The proud, LGBT activist in my mind was shouting at me that it was even more important I was out, now. How could I hope to change minds if I wasn’t willing to be open? And yet I still remained firmly in the closet.
I was afraid of what might happen if I did come out. What if it all went pear-shaped and we couldn’t work together anymore? I was spending the majority of my time with these people; if we didn’t get along it would make the work environment insufferable. What if things became bad enough that I’d want to transfer to a different survey team? What if my co-workers were suddenly so uncomfortable around me that they wanted to transfer to a different team? Would I be blamed for having caused the problem by bringing up a controversial topic? We weren’t supposed to discuss anything too controversial anyway, and sexual orientation can cause all sorts of controversy.
Even if we were all still able to work together, I thought that coming out would have changed the dynamic of the group. These were people who gave every indication they believed homosexuality was not right. I thought that if I came out, it wouldn’t just potentially cause problems in the working environment, it would possibly offend my co-workers. Somehow, the truth of my existence could be offensive to someone else, and I desperately did not want to offend anyone. So for four months I kept a big part of my life secret, which did have one unexpected benefit.
At the end of the season my supervisor reviewed my work and had a little exit interview. At the end of the interview, my supervisor told me that he really liked working with me. He thought part of the reason our group had gotten along so well was because I had been able to work really well with people with different beliefs and perspectives than my own. I thanked my supervisor for the compliment, and thought to myself, “You have no idea.”
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These four months of my life have been a source for a lot of reflection, particularly lately. When I think back on it, I always feel resentment toward my co-workers for making me feel like I needed to hide who I was. But then I wonder whether that’s an entirely accurate evaluation of what happened. Did they make me feel I had to hide, or had I made myself feel that way by assuming I knew how they would react? Is that justified as a method to protect myself from intolerance? Should I be ashamed of my assumptions? And perhaps the million dollar question: if I could go back, would I do anything differently? It’s a whole lot of what if’s and should haves to unpack, but I’m going to try by looking at these questions one at a time.
So then, did they help create a working environment which made me feel like coming out would cause problems? The short answer to that is, yes. The long answer is quite a bit more complicated. Unfortunately for conservatives, the public and political face of the Christian right is one of intolerance and homophobia. Now you’ll notice I have not used the term ‘homophobic,’ until this point in my article and that was not accidental. It is a term that does get overused, and often misused. However, in this case I feel it is accurate.
In the U.S., the Christian right has been represented by people and political campaigns that actually fear LGBT people. The anti-same-sex marriage campaigns that suggest we need to protect children from learning about same-sex marriage, the argument that allowing same-sex marriage would mean having to legalize bestiality and paedophilia, the concern that out soldiers would negatively affect the military – the element they all have in common is fear, literally a fear of gay people and what out gay people will do. So the public image of conservative Christians does contain an element of homophobia.
What this means, is that when I became aware of the fact that my co-workers were right-wing Christians; that is the image that immediately popped into my mind. In my defence, I did try to keep an open mind. I hadn’t quite decided whether I was going to stay closeted or not until I heard one of them use the term “faggoty,” to describe something her husband had done that had pissed her off. That cemented my assumption that these were people who would not take kindly to working alongside a gay person.
So a large part of the problem was completely out of their hands; they can’t control the political dialogue surrounding conservatives. However, they could control the language they used and been aware that the words they were using could hurt someone. Even when I pointed out that terms like “faggot,” and “dyke” were potentially offensive, they continued to use them. It created an environment that was not welcoming to someone who was considering coming out.
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As much as I might want to end this article there, I have to admit that I also contributed to the problem. I let my own assumptions about conservatives affect the way I handled the situation. As a result, I potentially misjudged my co-workers. Sometimes the only reason people use pejorative terms when they don’t think anyone is around who will be offended. Perhaps they didn’t mean them to be negatively associated with gay people; they just didn’t realize any gay people were around who might be offended.
In general, we were all quite respectful and considerate of each other. The middle aged woman of the group had a difficult time with some of the paperwork, and we all made sure to help her out as much as we could without being judgmental. My supervisor and the guy from New York both belonged to two very different Christian denominations, and their discussions about religious ideology always remained civil. In short, we all made an effort to be considerate of each other’s different backgrounds. When looked at in that light, it seems a bit ridiculous for me to have assumed they would have had a problem with my sexual orientation.
And yet as I write this I keep coming back around to the saying: “better safe than sorry.” Maybe they wouldn’t have cared that I was gay. Maybe they would have at least been able to get over their issues with my sexuality and continued to work with me…but then again, maybe not. When viewed through a lens of self -preservation, perhaps my assumptions were actually justified. Yet, if I’d always allowed my assumptions of how I thought people would react dictate whether I came out or not, I’d have never told my parents, and their reaction was much more positive than I had anticipated.
Needless to say, I’m still quite conflicted on this point. I completely recognize that I jumped to conclusions based on their political and religious affiliations combined with their use of some choice pejorative terms. But was that a justifiable action? I just don’t know.
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So if I could go back and do it all over again, what exactly would I do differently? In truth, I don’t actually know the answer to that. I would like to think that when I next find myself in a forest surrounded by conservative people, I’ll come out of the closet. I’d like to think that I wouldn’t let my preconceived ideas about right-wing Christians get in the way. Plus, I’d like to think that I’d be brave enough to be completely honest about who I am all the time.
Ideally I would find some moment in one of the early conversations we had to casually bring up my girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend). Or seeing as it was during the summer, I could have so easily mentioned Pride. I took a vacation day to go to San Francisco for Pride anyway; I could have just told them why I was going to the city, instead of making up a reason. Really, I could have used any number of opportunities to mention it without making it some huge deal. I’d like to think that is how I will handle it if this situation ever comes up again. But actually I just don’t know; the next time I’m in the woods with a bunch of conservatives I might end up doing the exact same thing, because I still have many of the same concerns now that I did then.
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In the end, what I’m left with is advice for anyone who finds themselves in a situation similar to mine:
- Don’t jump to conclusions. Conservative doesn’t equal anti-gay.
- Give your co-workers a chance. They just might surprise yoy.
- Be empathetic. You might be the first out LGBT person they’ve ever met.
- Understand your co-worker’s perspective. It might take a while for your co-worker to become comfortable with your sexual orientation.
- Be respectful. If you’re going to come out, find a way to casually work coming out into a conversation without making it a huge deal.
And to all the self-identified conservative Christians (or anyone else) who find themselves among a group of relative strangers, I say this:
- Don’t jump to conclusions. Assuming everyone is straight can make coming out more difficult.
- Give your co-workers a chance. Sometimes it takes a bit of time before people feel comfortable enough to come out.
- Be empathetic. You might be bazillionth person they’ve come out to; it can be nerve-wracking not knowing whether someone be accepting or not.
- Understand your co-worker’s perspective. Don’t ask them to keep it quiet or to not be obvious; romantic relationships make up a large part of a person’s life.
- Be respectful. Refrain from using anti-LGBT slurs; even something you don’t mean to be hateful can be damaging.
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Great article, Heather. As a Christian, I’m ashamed of these people for the language they used. They shouldn’t have been using words like faggot just because they were around fellow Christians, and especially if they weren’t willing to use them around gays (which I doubt they would have). You are truly a tolerant person to put up with that without saying anything. I do understand why you did it though. One thing I would have done if I were you. When you were saying good-bye to them and your supervisor was telling you how enjoyable it was to work with… Read more »
Thanks. I considered doing that, but it wouldn’t have really accomplished anything. I’d have just been perpetuating the whole ‘they like to shock people’ stereotype.
“You are truly a tolerant person to put up with that without saying anything.”
Hmm also I think that maybe it was more fear than tolerance that kept me from saying anything. I really do think that I should have come out and spoken up, just in a considerate way.
A degree in “Biblical archeology”?
Isn’t that like a degree in “creationist biology”?
Biblical archaeology has it’s issues, certainly…but at the very basic level it’s the archaeology of Israel from the general time period in which the Bible was written. Also, it largely focuses on the events described in the Bible (and this is where the problems arise). However, the same problems could be said to exist with regards to the archaeology of other historic periods, such as Ancient Rome. Sometimes we end up relying too heavily on the accuracy of written texts. The Bible just has the additional problem of being used as a modern day religious text. Also technically, his degree… Read more »
OK, thanks for the clarification.
I think that you handled the situation just fine. The article reminded me of several experiences I had when I was younger. I’m half Filipino, but my looks favor my Scottish/Irish side. I’ve heard anti-Asian comments before. I’ve even heard anti-Filipino comments before from people who didn’t realize that I was half Filipino. I grew up on the south side of Chicago, the most racially segregated city in the U.S. It made you really tough really fast. The Filipino community in the neighborhood was very small, but close knit. Almost every boy took up a martial art. By my teenage… Read more »
Thanks for sharing your story. 🙂
I think I regret how I handled it mostly because now I’ll never know how it could have turned out if I had just told them I was gay. I hate not knowing something.
Thats fantastically well written. I went through this weird summer of working with a really conservative jamaican restaurant crew (in a gay holiday town no less), even though I was surrounded by gay people and my manager was gay I really didn’t want to say anything in case I became “one of them.”
One of my best friends since junior high crushed on me when we were in 7th grade…I was clueless and couldn’t understand why she was acting so weird towards me…my other friends figured out that she was gay and started teasing her….I couldn’t believe that at all at that age (that was beyond my comprehension)… Eventually this friend transferred into a different high school and became a Born Again Christian and always claimed that she was looking for a nice preppy Christian young man….I know she must have struggled with being Born Again and her feelings toward the same sex….I… Read more »
I almost added the Oscar Wilde quote in there somewhere: the “love the dare not speak it’s name.” My parents tend to be like that…they know I’m gay and they’re totally fine with it, they just avoid talking about it. It’s funny though, because they’ll ask me if I’m seeing anyone, but they’d never ask me if I had a girlfriend.
I applaud her for reconciling the different aspects of her personality. She doesn’t have to choose between being gay (or my guess bi) and being Christian.
This is why I have a *bit* of a problem with the idea of “Born This Way.” It implies that identities that are chosen are somehow less valid than those we are born with. I am many things – white, male, bi, Buddhist, Christian, Pagan, existentialist, socialist – and each one is important to me.
“This is why I have a *bit* of a problem with the idea of “Born This Way.” It implies that identities that are chosen are somehow less valid than those we are born with.”
Well…although we tend to use the terms interchangeably, there is a difference between sexuality, sexual orientation, sexual attraction, and sexual identity. So you can be biologically born as someone who is attracted to people of the same sex…but your identity is socially created.
But that doesn’t make that part of the identity any less real, or important.
Oh not at all! That’s not what I meant. I was just saying that looking at the ‘born this way’ attitude does not necessarily mean that you are born with an identity. You might be born with an attraction to one gender (or all genders, etc), but your social identity is still, as I say, socially created…even when it co-insides with a biological attribute. There was another comment somewhere around here where I was mentioning that I think a lot of the big push for biologically determined sexual orientation in the lgbt community is because of the horrific crap that… Read more »
I like the whole article, but I have one comment… shouldn’t the part of your mini bio be “sausage rolls” and not sausage roles? The truth is that most people keep things to themselves when we feel it could have a negative impact on our experience as part of a group. I, for example, avoid the fact that I am shy around women and have never had a relationship because straight men are judged on our ability to attract and sleep with women. I believe I would be judged quite harshly by my peer group if they knew and if… Read more »
Actually I was in a performance art piece about breakfast and I played the role of the sausage. 😉 lol…yeah that’s a typo. I’ll see about getting it sorted at some point.
It’s hard to take a position of tolerance like this that doesn’t make one seem like a wishy washy centrist. I’ve been accused of that myself when really I’m focused not just on a place between the poles, but a space out side. I think compassion is important and the work of peace (which really, civil rights is a peace process, even if it feels like fighting) is messy. Those tips are good. I’d add that it should be ok for you to take care of yourself, speak with authority and authenticity and accept any anger with as much calm… Read more »
“You don’t have to be a mat on which opposition walks, but it’s ok to see them as human too.”
Yeah, that’s kind of what I meant when I said it’d be a different article I had said I was gay and they’d been intolerant. Like, if that had happened, I’d definitely have been less understanding. That’s my big regret with how I handled it; I’ll never actually know how it would have worked out. And since I don’t know…I really try to give them the benefit of the doubt.
Also, thanks for the comment, Julie. 🙂
You’re too tolerant for my taste, though I understand that being less tolerant can be quite difficult, and at times not worth the effort. I’m torn between wanting to criticize you or praise you – but what does come across crystal clear is that you’re a good person, in spite of your tolerance.
I will say that it’d be an entirely different article if I had come out and they had reacted badly.
We all have to make choices the best we can to keep ourselves safe. This is true for straight, white people who aren’t Christian in a highly Christian environment, or poly people, or alternative people in other ways. Or if I went to work for a highly conservative business and wanted to be “out” as liberal. Group dynamics being what they are, it’s hard to be ostracised. It doesn’t feel good. And in some circumstances it can be dangerous. We do what we can, push forward, show compassion fiercely, gauge each opportunity.
We do what we can, push forward, show compassion fiercely, gauge each opportunity.
Julie, I completely agree with your post and beautifully put. The lay of each land must be surveyed. Unless a person has their own 24/7 police bodyguard. In the immediate instance, a person has to protect themselves from danger. The threat of law, of the police are only an abstract if there are no witnesses in your support