Well yeah of course it exists. But you have to remember, there are swaths of this planet where homosexuality is illegal and can result in death. I'm not saying I'm ok with the whole Beard thing. But shit, if I lived in a country where there was open hostility towards homosexuals and their families, I'd be more inclined to do what I have to do to try and fit in with my intolerant society. It's called survival.
And then again, just coming out, in 'normal', tolerant society, is still bloody hard! I think we have this idea that it's all so easy. It's not. It just isn't. There is so much rejection and fuck, don't we all hate rejection? It must be one of our top ten fears as human beings. The fear of being rejected and despised, especially by our own families. And there are many, many people in the UK, the pinnacle of tolerance in my view, who would reject and cast out their own. I don't think people intend to use marriage as a front. Some do. Most don't. I really think that they hope a heterosexual marriage will make it all work out. People, by nature, want to conform to society's expectations. And it is a naive person who thinks at heart we're ready to live in truth and not conform.
Living in truth takes guts!
I am not on board with the dishonesty that involves having a beard, but in very niche circumstances, I understand why one might have a beard. It's very sad all around. I admire people who live in truth.
A friend of mine died a couple of years ago. He was in his 50s. And I was sad to know that he never came out to his mother. He had asked me several times to be his beard. I wouldn't. I couldn't. My colleague, a young man of 30, committed suicide rather than come out to his parents. That was only a few years ago.
We're not there yet. Homosexuals still struggle. It's hard to understand this from the safety of our 'straight, tolerant' vantage point. We are living in an incredibly tolerant place. Aren't we lucky? You have to understand that there still is huge opposition to homosexuality. And sometimes, having a straight marriage, faking it, is the easier route. It doesn't make it 'right'. But it is what it is.
It's just so complex. It's not so cut and dry.
I'm just finishing reading the book Call Me By Your Name and (I haven't seen the film) but I think what is so potent is the emotional and physical flip flop between total wanting for his male lover and disgust with his homosexual desires the protagonist, 17-year-old Elio experiences after having sex with a man for the first time. On the one hand, he's home. It feels so right. On the other hand, he's disgusted and the reader clearly understands that Elio is struggling with feelings and desires that go against the grain. I really, really love this element of the book. It is very real. He's not skipping and sliding down rainbows, delighted with his big reveal that he may be homosexual or bisexual. He is confused, yet clear in his feelings. It's a great paradox, this ecstasy, this disgust, and it taps right into the beating heart of our collective sexuality. Like it or not, it is anticipated that we are straight. And when we realise we are not, it is an Everest climb of coming to terms with our sexuality. I say this as a straight woman raised among gay men and women, working in a predominantly male homosexual industry and seeing the progression of tolerance skyrocket since the 80s. As a straight woman, I have not experienced such struggles personally, but I've seen the experiences of others gyrate before my own eyes. Some have had it easy, some hard.
So, getting back to 'beards', wouldn't it be great if we could just summarize so succinctly the motives behind such a relationship?
But we can't.