|Jennifer Josef, ILGA-ASIA|
|Jennifer Josef, ILGA-ASIA|
There weren’t a lot of dolls in my house growing up, and most of those that existed were presents. There were, however, lots of puzzles, microscopes, toy cars, airplanes, aliens, planets, animals, books, and tools. My father, having a physical disability, never horsed around with my brother. The girls were never immersed in pink princess worlds. Still, my parents managed to raise two straight women, one straight man, and a lesbian (me).
I can’t help but feel grateful that in my family, while discipline and education were infallible core values, the stifling of identities was not. There were no comments about how I hated dresses and preferred to steal my brother’s clothes and wear them to family gatherings. I was allowed to be the only girl in my school’s soccer team, and the only girl on a skateboarding outing. I spent a ridiculous amount of time learning woodwork from our carpenter. For presents I’d ask for a basketball, guitar effects pedals, and pogo sticks. Once, my mother asked why I didn’t ask for makeup the way my sisters did. I just shrugged because I was who I was, and no one in my family said that it was wrong. Thank god!
But people outside my home did not hesitate to tell me their truth. I was called T-bird and tomboy (the Filipino equivalent of dyke) at a young age, and my teachers threatened me by saying that if I didn’t change, no boy would ever like me and I would end up alone. That is a valid concern for most parents who believe that gayness=misery, but imagine being told as a child that if you stayed yourself, you would never find love? It’s the same as saying everybody hates who you are, so you’d better change!
It became my mission to prove that boys would love me. In college I built quite a reputation of collecting boys for whom I had no feelings. I tried the makeup and the dresses, and took on the many permutations of heterosexuality. Why wouldn’t I want to fit into the most convenient gender roles that seemed easier and “guaranteed” the good life and family everybody claimed? Perhaps this is what drove parents to believe it’s their duty to “correct” gayness and direct their children towards being straight. Knowing what they know about the world, they simply don’t want their children to be hurt.
Good motives For homophobia?
I won’t contest that being gay is hard. You are at a constant risk of being humiliated, and seen only for your sexual orientation. You are many times more likely to kill yourself, be killed, or be raped. But being a woman is also hard, isn’t it? You are easily victimized and you are in danger of being trafficked or raped. Does this also mean we should correct women? No, it means we should make changes in society so women are not treated this way. Why do gay people deserve less from society? Why is it that gay people need to be the ones who should change who they are so people won’t feel uncomfortable and harm them in retaliation? Is violence the only resort when dealing with people whose appearance and mannerisms are different from our own?
I don’t know how I would have turned out if, every time I reached for a Tonka Truck, a Barbie was handed to me instead, if I was told I could only wear pink dresses, or if my toolbox, bicycle or skateboard were taken away. Would I be straight? I don’t think so, but I also wouldn’t be me. If my parents locked me up when I decided to shave my head, get tattoos or pierce my ears. If my parents told me that God doesn’t like it if I don’t wear a skirt. If my parents disowned me when I told them I’d fallen in love with a girl. They wouldn’t not have a gay daughter. Instead, they would have lost a daughter.