Thursday, May 17, 2012

A Breath of Fresh Air

When I was in college, I met a guy who we’ll call Mike. Oddly enough, most of my friends from that era would end up coming out in one form or another after graduation, which brings up interesting questions on how we’d come together as a group in the first place. But Mike was my first friend who was out before I even met him.

At first, he was a friend of a friend. But we’d talk, and it was cool. I didn’t yet have a word for how I identified, and being around him was a breath of fresh air for reasons I wouldn’t understand until years later.

My college had a movie night. It was a very small, rural town and the two big weekly events for students were movies on Wednesdays and dancing on Saturdays. Most of us would go and catch a movie every. single. week. This particular time was no different. I went with my usual group of friends, which now included Mike because he was a friend of a friend. I don’t remember what was playing. I only remember that one of the main characters was gay.

And there’s a reason I remember that detail and nothing else.

Five minutes into the movie, there were snickers all through the theater. Five minutes after that, I started hearing things like “Oh, he’s totally a friend of Dorothy’s,” and “He’s light on his toes,” and “What a cake walker.” I frowned, wondering what the hell they were talking about. I’d lived overseas most of my life, and at that point I wasn’t at all familiar with the vast array of slurs that existed in the guise of almost-normal sentences in America*. But then words like “fag” began to filter through and I started to get the context.

I glanced at Mike, who somehow in the seating shuffle had ended up next to me. His jaw was tight, every muscle in his body had gone rigid. He kept his gaze locked on that movie screen.

I had no idea what to do. At nineteen, who does?

So I did the only thing I could think of. I leaned close to him and asked if he wanted to go outside.

His whole body slumped against the seat. He took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded. Without another word, we got up and walked out of the theater.

Once outdoors, we wandered aimlessly for a while. Quiet. Listening to fall leaves rustling on the wind. He apologized for ruining my night. I said I liked being there with him better and it was the jerks in the theater that had ruined the movie. He apologized again. I asked why because I was dense like that back then. He smiled and started to talk about other things. I listened.

That’s all we did. I don’t know how long we were out there—for damned sure past the length of the movie. And somewhere over the course of the night we went from being two people with a friend in common to actual friends.

A while back, Anderson Cooper did a special on bullying. It turns out, as much as bullying often induces a complex mob mentality within groups, intervening is just as contagious. All it takes is one intervener to get the ball rolling. A person witnesses the intervention, learns from it, and steps in when a similar situation pops up. More people witness, more people intervene. Even in the case of the person being bullied—if someone intervenes on their behalf, that person is much more likely to become an intervener as a result, developing a sense of empowerment that not only makes them want to change their own situation, but everyone else’s situations as well.

That is amazing for so many reasons. It’s also amazing because almost every bully interviewed in that special admitted to being bullied at some point in their lives, sometimes continuously. We repeat the behaviors we’re taught, and we go to great lengths to survive the culture we are in. Intervening not only helps victims, it changes society by creating a culture where the goal is not to survive, but to thrive.

Often it doesn’t take much. A word. A hand. A little quiet attention. It doesn’t matter so much what you do, as much that you do something that diverges from the tactics that bullies use.

Today is the International Day Against Homophobia. It makes me think about that night at the movie theater so many years ago, and how stepping out into the open air changed two people. It makes me think about how utterly terrified I was to come out to my own family and friends, then again to my readers. Both those times, I thought about Mike, who often told me his horror stories, but also shared how he loved and how he was loved, and how—even beyond that—he loved himself. I took a deep breath. And it was better.

That’s the power of intervention. It doesn’t always succeed, but it always, always makes a difference. So be an intervener. Change the world in big and little and amazing ways. Start today. Make things better now.

Listen. Tell your own stories. When something happens to your friend (or someone who could use a friend), speak up, step in. Give them a safe space. A breath of fresh air.



*I’m not saying other countries don’t have the same sorts of slurs. I grew up a military brat, so while I lived overseas, I wasn’t immersed in those cultures because I lived on base. At the same time, I was far away from the States and didn’t experience American culture as many Americans might experience it. An odd little bubble that wasn’t without bullies, but had its own culture and vocabulary.



I'd very much like to hear your stories and experiences on both acceptance and non-acceptance, so please feel free to comment below.




Hop Against HomophobiaThis post is a part of the Hop Against Homophobia. Click here to see what many other writers are sharing on the subject. I'm also giving away a copy of Want Me in a drawing open to anyone eighteen years and older. To enter, send an email with "hop" in the subject to mcbride_rowan@yahoo.com (mcbride_rowan at yahoo dot com) with your name and snail mail addy in the body. Drawing closes at 11:59PM CST on May 20th, and the winner will be notified via email the morning of the 21st. The winner's initials will also be posted on this blog that day.International Day Against Homophobia

22 comments:

K-lee Klein said...

Hi Rowan - great post. I'm not sure if you forgot to include your email address or if I'm just blind. Could definitely be the latter. :P
Thank you for participating in the hop and I'm totally going to enter the draw because I've been wanting to read Want Me for quite some time.
*hugs*
K-lee

Rowan McBride said...

@K-lee Klein - Ahhh! I suck! It's up there now. >.<

Tiffany said...

Sometimes friends make all the difference in the world. Thanks for the post.

Rowan McBride said...

@Tiffany - They really do. I'm immensely grateful for the ones in my life.

Andrea said...

Thank you for sharing your story. It shows that even the things that seem small, like being a good friend, can be important.

andreagrendahl AT gmail DOT com

Rowan McBride said...

@Andrea - And you never know the impact those small things might eventually have on other people, or the impact they have on you.

Kathy K said...

Thank you for the reminder about the hop--and your post is awesome! I really love the idea that a positive action, like intervening, can be just as contagious when it comes to a mob mentality. Your personal story is incredibly powerful and sometimes all someone needs is to know that there are others in their life who care.

A friend of my youngest daughter's came out to his family, his very conservative Filipino family, a short while ago. While his parents were shocked and... well, parents, his older brother, a friend of my older daughter's, turned to Neil and gave him a big hug then told him that he was there for him. Still makes me tear up to think about it. It may seem to be such a simple thing but I think about how John's words to his brother affected not only Neil, but their parents and it's true that all it takes is one positive and supportive action to make a difference.

Going to do some more internet hopping now.
Thanks again for the reminder, Rowan.

Moria said...

An amazing story and I'm glad you pointed out the power of intervention. All too often we seem to see nothing but the bully and fail to notice the changes that we can make instead. Great post.

moriamccain at gmail dot com

Tami B. said...

People sometimes forget that they can make a change starting such a small way-just by being a friend to one person. Hopefully each small step is an example to someone else and all the small steps make a huge leap forward. Wonderful post and what a great memory. tb-kindle@hotmail.com

wulf said...

Your post was great. Thanks for sharing that event in your life with us :) You're right, sometimes all it takes is someone stepping in and showing they care.

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kerry said...

Thank you for being part of this HOP and helping shine a light on this important issue.

musings-of-a-bookworm@hotmail.co.uk

Katey said...

Awesome post, Rowan. Thanks for sharing that story with us. I honestly think that things like this, where we can all talk about the things that both scared us and gave us hope, will make intervention more common. Yay for talking about it. <3

Rowan McBride said...

@Kathy K - Right! Sometimes there's a moment that's drawn tight with raw nerves, and things really could go either way. A lot of people don't realize that they have the power to shape the next moment for the better.

@Moria - That's a good point on how shock and anger at the bullying can freeze us up. And it's not easy to fight past that block of ice. Sometimes it takes several tries, several situations, before you learn how. That's why interveners are so important--they teach the rest of us how.

@Tami B. - I definitely believe small steps can lead to big leaps.

@Wulf - When I think about how many people have stepped in for me over the years, I realize how truly blessed I am. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for those little moments.

@kerry - Thank you for stopping by. :)

@Katey - I agree that talking about both sides is important. Sharing experiences makes us stronger as a whole.

OnyxFaith said...

This sort of plays into what we discussed one of those last nights I was at your place - how just being alive and involved, interacting with people in a positive way can make such a big difference when it seems like we're doing such a small thing by just listening and caring.

Foretta said...

I showed a bunch of these post to the teens in my family to show them how hurt some "innocent" remarks are to many others. I get so annoyed when my nephew says "you're so gay". ERRRR drove me crazy. I know he didn't mean anything by it but it is so wrong to use that as a saying. I think that these post have helped. Thank you all for sharing with us!
forettarose@yahoo.com

Yvette said...

Thanks for participating for this wonderful cause of awareness…I teach high schoolers and this is a topic that we discuss at length. I just want them to be aware and know that they have the power to change the world!
Yvette
yratpatrol@aol.com

L.M. Brown said...

Hi Rowan

Just stopping by to visit and show support to my fellow hoppers.

Thank you for sharing your story with us.

Erica Pike said...

I still have over 150 blogs to read before tonight, and I'll never make it at this rate - especially since my ex decided to drop the kids off super early - so I'm leaving a quick thank you for taking part. Then I'm reading the blogs at my lazure - without the time limit. I love reading these blogs. Each and every entry is amazing.

Thanks for taking part :)

kimswritingagain said...

This post was truly moving. And I believe you're absolutely correct about the intervening.

Tabatha Hansen said...

Thank you for participating! I cannot wait for the days when we look back and shake our heads at the trials homosexuals had to go through for their rights.

Tabatha Hansen
mmparanormalromance@gmail.com
www.mmparanormalromance.wordpress.com

gigi said...

Thanks for participating in the HOP.

gisu29(at)gmail(dot)com

Nowaki said...

It's funny how people meet each other

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