{"id":9298,"date":"2016-09-26T14:14:56","date_gmt":"2016-09-26T19:14:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/?p=9298"},"modified":"2016-09-26T14:14:56","modified_gmt":"2016-09-26T19:14:56","slug":"what-love-can-do","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/9298","title":{"rendered":"What Love Can Do"},"content":{"rendered":"

So every now and then I dig back into my photo archives from the high school days, looking for reference material for A Coming Out Story<\/a><\/em>. It’s the little things, like how the doorways were and the tile on the walls next to the floors. How those old metal desks looked, and the desk\/chairs for students. How the window frames looked. Stuff like that. And as I go through the photos looking for reference material, I also see stuff that I think would be fun to share on our high school Facebook page. So periodically that page gets a photo dump from me.<\/p>\n

And then the real fun starts, when my classmates start chiming in about who’s in the shots, and various memories start happening. And what really strikes me almost every time is hearing about who was dating, or had a crush on who, because I was such an oblivious little nerd back then. And I read things and my jaw drops, but in a fun way.<\/p>\n

Part of the story I’m telling in ACOS is how unaware I was of what was happening to my peers, hormone wise, \u00a0because I was so unaware of what was going on with me. In episodes 17, 18 and 19 I tried to describe why that was, how the awful sex ed class I had in junior high filled my head with so much ignorant junk about gay people that I became convinced that I couldn’t possibly be that, even as I was crushing massively on a classmate.<\/p>\n

Just a little while ago one of my classmates posted a comment on one of my photos about how she got butterflies whenever she saw one of the guys in that shot. That would happen to me too, whenever I caught sight of the object of my affections. But thanks to that sex ed class, and the relentless stream of abuse hurled at gay people in the popular culture, I could never really see that for what it was. I know that’s probably hard to believe, and that’s one of the reasons why I’m doing my story.<\/p>\n

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From A Coming Out Story, Episode 17<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

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So I spent most of my teen years absolutely hating the whole idea of dating and everything to do with high school romance. And whenever the topic came up I did what I learned so well how to do in Vacation Bible School…I tuned it out and disappeared into my own private thoughts about something, anything, else. Now at least I get to finally see what was going on with my classmates back then, even if it’s 45 years after the fact. It’s kinda fun in a way, to almost feel like I’m walking those halls once again with them, but this time not quite so completely oblivious.<\/p>\n

Eventually, almost at the last minute of my school days, I woke up to it. This December 15th would make it 45 years since that moment when I finally had to admit to myself what I was feeling. And luckily it didn’t destroy me like it did so many other gay guys of my generation. Because I was in love and it felt like the most wonderful thing in the world. It was stunning. It was magical. And I knew right then and there that everything my gym teachers had said about gays in that sex ed class was bullsh*t.<\/p>\n

Love will do that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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