PERSONAL PRESS

 
These pages tell the stories of men talking about being gay, body image, self-esteem and sex. The first story is autobiographical and the other stories are from interviews that I have conducted as part of this research project. In the other stories all names and places have been changed.

 

 

Story One

 

 

 

 

Marcus 1984

 

 

Marcus is 42 and lives in Melbourne, Australia.

I have no photographs of myself before the age of 17. My father used to beat up my mother and I used to get caught in the middle. I was sent packing to boarding school at age 12 and there I began to have bouts of depression because I was ostracised at school when the other boys found out I was a poofter (I got an erection 'mucking around' with other boys). I didn't even know what the word poofter meant.
I swept all that sexuality thing under the carpet until I was 17. I left home after my parents divorced and was attending music college in London when I 'came out'. I remember the first time that I ever went to a gay club was in Luton, Bedfordshire, in England. It was called The Pan Club. We walked up to this heavy, thick black metal door with a grill placed high in it. The grill slid back and a pair of mascara-encrusted eyes inspected our group before allowing us inside. There I encountered my first exposure to the phenomenon
of "the look" that gay men know so well - the scanning eyes weighing you in the balance: fresh meat!

I had a nervous breakdown because of college, family and sexuality when I was 18. I spent six months in bed just lying there. A year later my father found out that I was gay and we had this meeting in a lay-by at dusk. He drove up in his car and I drove up in mine. It was like a scene out of Casablanca. He said that I could come and see him if I didn't bring any poofter friends of mine. I haven't seen him from that day to this. It took me a long time to get over the rejection but I did.

 

 

 

My car the last time I saw my father

 

I think that when I started to feel more comfortable with my sexuality this helped me accept who I was as an individual and that I was going to lead my life the way I wanted too. When I was 21 I left college and gave up what I had been studying. When I was 21 I was raped by this guy continuing to fuck me after I had asked him too stop. He said that I should "take it like a man."

 

 

 

 

December 1988

 

 

 

 

 

January 1990

 

 

I used to suffer from terrible bouts of depression. My self-esteem was low. I was always so thin, so scrawny and could never put on any weight. I always thought of myself as unattractive when I looked in the mirror. It got me very depressed when I looked at other men's bodies, all buffed and polished, in the gay press and the porno videos, out at the parties and the clubs. I wanted to be like them! I wanted to be big and powerful. But it was physically impossible. I went to the gym and put on some weight which improved my self-esteem and my fitness a bit but I could never really be who I would have liked to have been, in relation to my body image. I even took a course of steroids at the gym to try and get bigger.

 

 

 

 

 

March 1991

 

 

I rejected the feminine side of myself as many gay men do, thinking it not 'manly' enough. I'd always been into the working-class look, that gay 'fantasy' of a straight 'lad', and adopted the gay skin 'look' as a tuff image. I started to get tattoos all based on the alchemy of the 5 elements.

 

 

 

John Kernaghan.
"Marcus' Second Tattoo."
January 19th, 1990

 

 

Eventually I realised how I was running after my own 'ideal' but even now I still like this fantasy image as an 'ideal', one among many. I don't think there's anything wrong with that now because I recognise the underlying reasons behind my desire for this image. The need for security, love, intimacy and masculinity among others. Of course I lusted after those muscular bodies but I never had anal sex without a condom with someone who had that kind of body. It just was just something I didn't think about doing, probably because a lot of my friends at the time had contracted the HIV/AIDS virus.

 

 

 

 

c.1993

 

Gradually the 'ideal' became less important to me. I learnt to value myself as different, individual and desirable because of it. I learnt to appreciate this in others. The muscular bodies, the thin bodies, the Asian bodies, the broken noses, the bow-legs, the intelligence, the humour and the love. I accepted their good energies as well as my own. I started to rediscover my feminine side and found that it helped lift my spirits. I became creative again. I studied Zen and reiki and had some amazing out of body experiences. I had some tribal scarification (body modification) performed on me. Feeling no pain by putting my mind onto a different level of consciousness separate from my body, I experienced a metaphysical and spiritual journey when having the scarification done.

 

 

 

 

January 1993

 

 

Now I wear my techno clothes one day, my punk clothes another, a suit or a skinhead look and feel comfortable in all. Talking to people and reading a lot of books about life really helped me sort things out. I still have the same body but depression over a host of things - family, not having a sense of what I'm supposed to be doing on this planet, body image, sex, self-esteem - now seems to be on a more even keel.

 

 

 

 

February 1994

 

 

I've found there are no quick solutions. I believe that actually doing things that you like, things that make you happy, are really important in improving your self-esteem. It's not just in the outcome, its also in the process of enjoying yourself when you do something, whether it be cooking, working, or making love! Being 'happy' is a state that lasts only a few seconds but being in a state of 'happiness' can last a much longer time. I also began to understand how gay men can become trapped by stereotypes and 'lifestyles'. I wondered how other gay men interacted with the stereotype of the white, hairless, muscular body, the epitome of what a gay man should look like, and how this image affected their self-esteem and safe sex practices.

What would gay men do to have sex with their body image 'ideal'?