AT LAST, COULD THIS BE THE REASON WHY I HATE MY SEXUALITY???
The first time I remember liking girls was watching Saturday morning cartoons. Have you ever noticed Wonder Woman's sexy legs?
But I wasn't excited about it. I was offended. I wanted to concentrate on the story. Instead, I was wrestling with these unwanted emotions. I was pissed. My sexuality was a beast I couldn't tame. I felt out-of-control. I was trapped on a wild roller coaster I never wanted, desperately wishing I could make it stop.
I made a decision when I was very young that I would lean out from my sexuality instead of leaning in. I fought like hell against my sexuality. I built emotional walls to contain those detestable feelings, dams that held back the bursting emotions. And then at last I couldn't withstand the pressure and the burst of erotic feelings would flood out. I felt shame that I couldn't resist hard enough.
"Try harder next time," I would tell myself. "Don't let this damn thing control you."
But I couldn't try hard enough. Humans aren't wired that way.
"Don't let anyone see your sexuality. Don't ever let anyone know you find them attractive. It is weakness. Don't let these feelings overtake you. Fight harder. Be strong!"
But of course, I'm not that strong. I'm not supposed to be.
Last night with my therapist, I made a commitment that I am going to stop leaning out from my sexuality and I will start leaning in. I choose to stop viewing sexuality as a destructive force of chaos. I commit to start embracing it as a wonderful gift to be delighted in.
I know it will take work to rewire my brain. I recoil at the idea of sexuality as "a wonderful gift." But at long last I think I finally know what I need to change.
And I am both terrified and hopeful.
But I wasn't excited about it. I was offended. I wanted to concentrate on the story. Instead, I was wrestling with these unwanted emotions. I was pissed. My sexuality was a beast I couldn't tame. I felt out-of-control. I was trapped on a wild roller coaster I never wanted, desperately wishing I could make it stop.
I made a decision when I was very young that I would lean out from my sexuality instead of leaning in. I fought like hell against my sexuality. I built emotional walls to contain those detestable feelings, dams that held back the bursting emotions. And then at last I couldn't withstand the pressure and the burst of erotic feelings would flood out. I felt shame that I couldn't resist hard enough.
"Try harder next time," I would tell myself. "Don't let this damn thing control you."
But I couldn't try hard enough. Humans aren't wired that way.
"Don't let anyone see your sexuality. Don't ever let anyone know you find them attractive. It is weakness. Don't let these feelings overtake you. Fight harder. Be strong!"
But of course, I'm not that strong. I'm not supposed to be.
Last night with my therapist, I made a commitment that I am going to stop leaning out from my sexuality and I will start leaning in. I choose to stop viewing sexuality as a destructive force of chaos. I commit to start embracing it as a wonderful gift to be delighted in.
I know it will take work to rewire my brain. I recoil at the idea of sexuality as "a wonderful gift." But at long last I think I finally know what I need to change.
And I am both terrified and hopeful.