As promised, I have decided to expand on my article and write this little history of the gay man whom I called "Mike", an abrasive co-worker of mine I described in the previous post.
Mike, when he first started working with us, was a nice, reserved young man of 19; responsible, caring, very religious and involved in his church, and fun to be around. He was engaged to be married to a nice young lady he'd been with since High School (none of us expected it to work out, of course, since she was away at college, and he was on his way to another school), and was saving and applying for grants and scholarships for college. His life was on track.
At about six months, though, perhaps a little more, he came to a few of us one morning and asked if he could talk to us. It was then that he came out as a gay man, obviously frightened and unsure of what would be the outcome of this admission. He was afraid of what our boss would think. In truth, none of us, including the boss, was really surprised by the admission. He'd always been.....well, effeminate, I suppose.
All exaggeration aside, it wasn't a month from that day, and he'd gone from that responsible, reserved, religious young man to the "raging queen" I described before. It was like he'd peeled back his skin, stepped out, and became a whole 'nother person. According to other gays I knew, he quickly earned himself a reputation in the gay community in our town as a slut.....an easy lay. He went from boyfriend to boyfriend, sleeping around (and telling all of us at work all about it). He'd forgotten completely about school, had started calling off work quite a bit and had stopped paying his bills.
He at one point moved in with "Ronnie". They were so in love! They set up housekeeping by going to Rent-A-Center and renting everything they needed to furnish their apartment. All on Mike's card, of course.
The tab, after he and Ronnie broke up shortly thereafter and Mike, in a fit of jealous anger (Ronnie had a little going on the side), had smashed all the electronics and torn up all the furniture, came to over $11,000. R-A-C settled out of court.
One morning, he came in to work, his mouth covered with draining cold sores....he complained that he'd been getting a lot of them lately. I don't know if he ever bothered to go to a doctor to have them checked; if he had, he might have gotten some news he didn't want. This became a recurrant thing with him.
He soon got into drugs very heavily; he started using and selling Ecstacy, as I mentioned in the other article, and had himself a nice little coke habit going. It was a little later on that he started stripping at one of the bars, too. He also started masturbating on on cam for a gay porn website, but soon gave it up when all the money they promised was not forthcoming (who could have guessed that?)
About this same time, he hooked up with a rich gay sugardaddy I'll call "B.B." He was one of "B.B.'s Boys", an ever-changing group of young, handsome gay men who would be taken on and taken care of by B.B. B.B., out of the spirit of pure altruism, of course, did things for them like give them money, buy them nice clothes, let them live in his large home, pay their bills, and buy them more nice things like drugs and alcohol (for the gay minors he took in). All in exchange for housekeeping duties, sex and companionship. How sweet of him. Mike was all about that. He was one of B.B.'s boys!
B.B. didn't care if his boys had a relationship going; they could both stay at his house. Two for the price of one, I suppose.
Anyway, Mike soon left the workplace to let B.B. take care of him full-time. I would see him every once in a while, but I heard he moved away to California, I think it was, after B.B. dumped him.
Now, I have to say that, despite all the high talk I've heard in the past from gays and their enablers, about being true to yourself and who you are and living as you are, coming out as a gay man was the worst thing that Mike ever did. It destroyed his life. it opened doors for him that were better left closed.
Little whip alluded to the "subculture" of homosexuality and its depravity; I agree completely. I've known other gays who came out, and this new "freedom" destroyed their lives, too.
It's almost as if they no longer want to consider their past lives at all, including its responsiblities; job, bills......family. Now, as a disclaimer, I'm not saying this about all gays. But I have known some who've been destroyed by their coming out. From this, I can infer that sometimes living a lie is the best move they could have made.