Very Unnecessary Scenes
This musing comes after having watched Notting Hill, that irreverent UK romantic comedy that can only be pulled off by those folks over there; having it written by Richard Curtis was another bonus. Don’t get me wrong. American romantic comedies are as funny but are far more calculated. The one-two-three punchline is predictable in most cases. But I’m not writing to discuss the difference between the two. I’m writing to make an observation about gay relationships.
In Notting Hill, the complications were not the usual Venus-Mars argument, that men are pigs, women are bitches and animals are incensed at humans for the unauthorized use of their likeliness. The argument was whether a relationship between a superstar and a simpleton could work. And the answer, of course, was yes — Michael Jackson notwithstanding.
How does this relate to gay relationships is the fact that for the most of us, complications like these are rare. The familiar story would revolve around a gay frog trying to pick up a prince or king for a lil romp in the bush that could possibly end that horrible spell — the dry spell. The gay frog would obviously be 80% of the gay population, while the other 10% think that they are the prince/king. The remaining 10% are just the other frogs laughing their asses off at this little pick-up scene.
The moral of the story is that most of us create these little dramas for ourselves. We don’t have the Venus-Mars complications. Our partners are Martians just like us, even in the most butch-fem relationships. Gay relationships by simple biological and psychological definition are so easy to construct and maintain. We have the same physical equipment and same emotional make-up. Gay relationships should have been a breeze. But it is not.
A casual eavesdropping at your
local haunt would dredge up the number one reason why most gay relationships
end in the waste basket, tossed away like a used condom : the biggest impediment
to a healthy gay relationship is our emotional scars. Our love lives are
complicated by emotional baggages ranging the gamut of really dysfunctional
families to low self-worth and feelings of inadequacy. Other examples include
internalized homophobia, verbal, physical and sexual abuse, and even discrimination
within the gay community. By the time we’re ready to form adult relationships,
our baggages would look like they had just returned from a missing flight
to the French Alps thirty years ago.
Getting it together
So how do we go about getting rid of these baggages then? There’s a lot of self-help books out there. There’s also a plethora of shrinks ready to get into your head — and in some rare and somewhat icky situations, get your head inside their mouths. Here’s my remedy, without the per-hour costs or sexual quid pro quo arrangement:
You’re Stuck With It.
At the end of Notting Hill, as in every other nicely-tied movies, Anna Scott (Roberts) learned that giving the man that she’s dating a clean slate and trusting him to do her right was the key to getting out of the vicious cycle she was in. William Thacker ( Grant) character also learned something : that while he was not Prince Charming for his ex-wife, he certainly is the one for Anna.
There is an irony to this emotional equilibrium. The ugly truth is that you could never forget what had happened. But it’s what makes you who you are, the beautiful you who had learned to unlearn.
By the next time you start a new relationship — tricks could also be considered relationships — you will know if who you have is Mr. Right Now or Mr. Almost Right.
Yes, Miss Thang. You heard me. There’s no such creature as Mr. Right.
WetWetWet
PS — I’d be more
than happy to be in love with Mr. Almost Right.