I (22M, American) was raised by a conservative family and taught traditional gender roles. I was told multiple times that that “gay” men (men who didn’t conform to traditional masculine gender expression) were ruining society and literally deserved to die, and that people out in the real world do the dirty work of disposing of them through stochastic violence.
Unfortunately, I turned out almost exactly how I wasn’t supposed to. I wanted to embody a cute and delicate masculinity, my true personality was caring, affectionate, and emotional, and I loved cute and pretty things. Ironically, I was so in love with feminine energy that I developed an emotionally intense heterosexual attraction to women, though in a way that was nothing like the typical straight model.
Long story short, I faced an entire childhood of ridicule and isolation and eventually developed an autoimmune disease with disabilities as a souvenir. I wanted to take my own life, but the Internet existed, so I numbed myself with endless slop content instead.
The progressive side of the Internet taught me that there are a lot of ways of being beyond the “conform or fucking die” model I was raised with. I learned that a minority of women actually could be attracted to me despite my utter disregard for the manliness rules, something I was blackpilled on before.
But I am still too scared to leave home. It is hard to motivate myself to do anything because the source of my fulfillment is to make people happy, but I can’t meet anyone because I’m frozen in fear. I still feel like everyone will hate me for being too feminine, and that the occasional stray vigilante will try to put a bullet in me. Even if I could defend myself, it feels too risky: I have to win every single time, while they only have to win once. On top of that, I am now visibly disabled, so I have to deal with ableism on top of everything else.
I can’t function this way. I’m not motivated to take care of myself or put effort into online college because I see no point to life if I can’t be social and authentic IRL. I literally just want to make people smile and feel cared for, but it feels like I’m too alien for people outside of a progressive echo chamber to accept me, and life will be full of constant gender policing, harassment, and threats of violence (especially because this is the U.S. we’re talking about). The most productive day of my life happened when I thought for a moment that I had a chance, but I fell back into my old habits once I started having doubts again.
It could be worth noting that I live in central Ohio, somewhat close to the city, so it’s not like I live in the middle of a rural hellscape. I also saw a non-binary androgynous person working at a clinic the other day, which seems like a good sign? I went to school in a more rural area, but of all of the people who seemed to like me, most of them were closer to the city.
If you have faced a similar situation, how did you make it through?
I feel that a good therapist could help you work through this fear of going outside. You may not find one locally that vibes with you. Televisits are how I meet with mine. Beyond that, do you have a friend that you could travel with? Columbus is pretty progressive, and you could visit other cities with strong queer communities which could help you build confidence that going out into the world is not as dangerous for you as the close-minded people have conditioned you to believe. The more you do it, the easier it becomes, so they say (this may sound unrealistic when you’re at the very beginning of your journey to a better life, but you may find it to be true if you keep putting yourself out there as much as you can tolerate).
Other than that, I can say with certainty that there are women out there who are attracted to men like you. Ironically, you might find them in gay bars. I happen to be a woman like this, and apparently through high school dated boys who eventually came out of the closet (though not because of them not exactly fitting the traditional straight male persona, but because they were gentle and kind and witty and smart and a little bit sassy). This was early 90s in a very very religious and conservative area somewhat straight south from you, so I may relate in some way to the hate you’ve experienced. Those boys may have known all along about their sexuality and were masking, but at least one of them didn’t figure it out until after he was married to a woman.
Anyway, I find I am way more comfortable in a gay bar setting, just not so much on ladies’ night, lol. And not just in a gay bar but also in the day to day queer spaces where acceptance is pretty much infused throughout the environment. Those places exist, and you would be welcome there.
I can’t say I related to your specific situation but the world you describe doesn’t look like the world I live in at all.
Definitely seek therapy and learn how to accept and love yourself. It reads like you have some self-loathing based off your upbringing that you are projecting onto others when it’s really not the reality
You kinda answered your own question in the OP… you got this OP. If you’re not going to kiss your parents’s asses for inheritance, then cut them out and move on; the faster you do that, the better it is for you.
I know you said you can’t leave because of family and stuff, but you do need to be somewhere that will get you away from the abuse you are getting. Get an apartment in your town, that’s a good start. And travel to the closest city to you. Central Ohio? I was in Columbus recently and was really digging it out there. Take a day trip or two every so often. Get out of that atmosphere.
Hey, it’s me, the you that grew up in Kansas!
I’m 32 this year and I can tell you first hand that it’s not as bad as it looks. I’m so comically flamboyant and feminine that the trans girls at the high school I worked at were coming to me for hair care and outfit advice, never once have I been threatened by some ass backwards bigot. I even spent my mid 20’s hitting on them whenever they creeped on my gal pals.
Despite teeth like a meth house, ears I can glide with, and the worst case of psoriasis one dermatologist ever saw, my guy friends were always baffled by how my geek ass could land some of the women I dated. The answer is that intense heterosexual love you feel. Every partner I’ve ever had has been genuinely wholly the focus of my affections and they feel that.
Now I’m married to a fem presenting Non binary who’s not sure if she can call herself ace anymore now that she enjoys sex. I don’t care what she calls herself, she’s my person and I wake up next to her and grin like a loon.
Sorry for the life story, but my point is that guys like us can make it out there. It can be rocky, especially when it comes to unpacking the damage, but you can thrive. Get your ass to that city, reach out to friends and make some new ones along the way. Don’t let anyone tell you not to be you.
Hit me up in the DMS, I’d be happy to add you on Discord. You sound fantastic
You and your partner sound awesome. Just wanted to say though that enjoying sex has absolutely nothing to do with being ace. There’s lots of us that like it and many others who feel neutral or repulsed by it. You can enjoy the cake without craving any specific cake, and that’s just as valid as the person who doesn’t crave the cake and don’t want to eat it.
That’s exactly how we’ve been playing it. I’m not one to pick at peoples titles, all I care is she’s happy.
I’ve always got on better with women than men. Always found more enjoyment in typically female pastimes. Decided not to show my power level. Never been happy with myself or my life as a result. I never enjoyed being something I’m not and all the friendships I made were based on a lie. Now at almost twice your age I figured out that maybe I was exposed to a wee bit much estrogen in utero. And that the reason I was infinitely more comfortable in the presence of women is because (at least mentally) I am one.
People always misunderstand gender as something that is either solely biological sex or solely a societal construct. There are actually a ton of weird endocrine, genetic, epigenetic, and environmental factors that contribute to the baseline state of the brain. All things considered it makes perfect sense that gender would be a spectrum of states with clusters around male and female. You should read a bit about it. Even if you aren’t some sort of atypical gender it’d still be interesting. And you might find that the LGBTQ community is more accepting of your unique brand of masculinity. Even before my revelation most of my friends were some flavour of queer, just because they’re largely nice people.
Also I grew up rurally (I’m pretty sure more rural than 99.9% of people here) and the people back home are largely fine with queer folk if they know them personally. Like a family member came out as bisexual and didn’t loose any friends over it. And it’s a really small place so if one person knows, everyone knows. I’m not going to assume it’s like that everywhere though. One key difference is that my particular rural community is approx 70% atheist.
But yeah make gay friends and look into the whole gender thing. It’s perfectly normal to question these things.
Decided not to show my power level.
Are you a Z fighter ?
Kinda. But instead of a kamehameha, I just sleep with my opponents mother.
Move to a liberal area. Bay area, Portland or Seattle areas. No one cares if you’re fem or masc in west coast cities. Live a happy life.
Wow. You have a choice, live in fear or live. You aren’t living.
I identify as somewhat effeminate compared to most other men. I’m not gay or bi, I just don’t like most “macho” culture stuff like sports, fighting, hunting and generally being belligerent evolutionary dead-ends in groups.
I have a wife and son. Sometimes I carry her purse for her in public. Sometimes she’ll paint one of my nails for fun and I let her. Because it is.
It took me a long time to come to grips with myself and to accept myself that particular way, but I’d say I’m doing just a little bit better with that every day.
But it does put your social life in “hard mode” imho. It would be so much easier if I could be as enthousiastic about a piece of pigskin being kicked a certain distance but unfortunately I’m not easily impressed by feats our tree-slinging ancestors would easily destroy all of us in if push came to shove.
My partner is very much in your boat. At home and any time we go out to “safe” spaces (like queer spaces) he is very open and absolutely enjoys himself. We got pedicures the other day and he had sparkly blue toenails for like a week and loved it.
Unfortunately, he works in the auto industry and we live in a more conservative area, so whenever we’re not in a “safe” space, I can 100% see him reverting to a more “hardened” version of himself. I know it’s just self-preservation, but I can see (and he knows) how much happier he is when he doesn’t have to be that way. It really sucks and I wish I could help him out of his shell a bit more, but I totally understand the shitty circumstances.
The patriarchy hurts every single one of us.
I think that’s just the natural range of masculinity. Unfortunately, culture has evolved to focus on one extreme and ignore the other. If you happen to naturally gravitate towards “the wrong end of the spectrum”, you’ll run into some problems that shouldn’t even exist in the first place.
Sorry to hear it’s been so hard for you. If you ever decide to get out of dodge, I’ll speak for all San Franciscans when I say, we’d be happy to have you join our city. I have a very similar personality to what you’re describing and while this area is definitely a bubble, it feels very safe to be yourself and doesn’t have all the macho bullshit I left behind.
I don’t have any advice for you, unfortunately. But I wanted to say that you’re brave for asking for help and putting this out in the open - this is not as easy as one might think. Just know that you are loved and that you matter.
Sending you lots of love and power. It’ll get better, I’m sure of it. 💜
You’re strong for not masking your whole life. Things will get better (especially once Trump keels over) and you’ll find “your” people. A group of friends who love you for you. Your chosen family. I’m not a feminine male, but we all have our things, and I found my people.
I’m worried for my nephew who is in a similar boat to you at the age of 6. Growing up a sensitive, sweet boy in a bigoted community. I have to have faith that he’s gonna be okay… or he can come live with my family.
Not trying to dismiss you here at all, but my genuine advice is to get some therapy and not take advice about serious stuff like this from strangers online.
Kpop Demon Hunters Spoiler Alert
Rumi, Mira, and Zoey are demon hunter popstars.
But Rumi is half demon and living with it with only Celine, the person that raised her, knowing.
A bunch of stuff happens
then it gets revealed to the world Rumi is half demon
Rumi goes to Celine saying how now everyone knows
celine says to cover up, say it was all an illusion, make things right again
Rumi: no. no more lies. this is what i am
rumi: why cant you look at me? why couldnt you love me?
celine: i do
rumi: all of me
rumi leaves and that’s the last celine is seen.
rumi goes to the final demon concert where teh demon king is about to eat everyones souls
demon king: you expect to fix the world? you cant even fix yourself.
rumi: i cant
demon king: and now everyone finally sees you for what you are
rumi: they do
and then rumi’s demon patterns start becoming beautiful and she starts singing
some lyrics from rumis song: i broke in to a million pieces and i cant go back. but now im seeing all the beauty in the broken glass.
some lyrics from rumi’s song: my voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like
mira and zoey return to her and a verse is: but none of us is out here alone.
imo that’s what you need. you need a mira and zoey and to not be out there alone. you need people that really love you. all of you
and then the movie results in tons of crying and gets very blissful
and the key to maximizing her potential and truly being herself turns out to not have been to hide who she was, but to truly be herself.
At the end of the day death is a guarantee. No matter what you do it will eventually end in death. That means that all time time between here and there is not going to change the end point. The worst is already locked in.
So if the worst outcome is eventually going to happen then you kind of have nothing to lose. You could life the rest of your life afraid of things not working out, afraid to try, afraid to take a risk. You could do that and nobody can stop you.
The question is, do you want that? Do you want a life that is defined by what opportunities you didn’t take? Defined by what you avoided?
It seems more likely to be a fun life if you take some healthy risks. Try and meet people. Try to learn new things. Move away from shitty influences. Ditch things that make you unhappy. After all, you literally get one shot at life, you have a finite amount of time left in it, why would you waste it living for people who treat you like shit? Is their opinion of you going to get somehow worse? Could it actually realistically get worse? What impact would that really have?
I left my family at 17. Homeless, cold, and broke. I’m in my 30s now and don’t regret a thing. I’m married, have a wondrous cat, have a loving partner who actually cares about me and who I love dearly. No amount of approval from my shitty parents would be worth giving that up.
They already controlled your childhood and made it hell. Don’t give them the rest of your life too.
