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Post Gay and the Freedom to be H

24 Monday Nov 2014

Posted by Solis R. in Automotive, Diamond Dog Dodge, Dodge

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Christopher Solis, Civil Rights, civil rights movement, Freedom, Gay, Gay marriage, Homosexuality, Lesbian, LGBT, LGBTQ, LGBTQIA, Post Gay, Queer

Sometimes, we are ahead of our time.

I’m revisiting a topic that first came up over a decade ago. While researching this subject, I was surprised when I entered in the term Post Gay into the google machine, one of the items that came up was a quote from me in the media. That always trips one out, and it would appear that it was a topic that told of a future of living a life beyond the definition of sexuality. I would now argue 12 years after that quote we have caught up to that foretelling and are entering a new era in the evolution of civil rights for the LGBTQIA Community.

Here’s the link to that original story from my days living with Rob, in Citrus Heights, CA when I was the Director of the LGBT Resource Center at the University of California Davis. A lifetime ago!

 http://www.newsreview.com/sacramento/post-gay/content?oid=10951

 If you don’t have time to read through the whole article, here was the part that was attributed to me:

“Eagan and Kennedy are openly gay. But must all gays be committed to changing the views of others, to contributing to progress, as defined by the gay activist community? Yes, said Christopher Solis, coordinator of the LGBT resource center at UC Davis. He’s currently organizing a leadership retreat focusing on the topic of apathy in activism. He’s heard of the post-gay movement, and views it as a symptom of the very apathy he’s trying to fight.

“It sort of describes their emotions, that gays are tired,” he said. “They’re tired of being in the LGBT community. They want to blend into mainstream society.”

Solis admitted that the LGBT community has become, by definition, fragmented. “Allowing people to self-identify has benefits and drawbacks,” he said. “We could get to the point where we have letters for everyone.” He also identified with the post-gay notion of not being defined by sexual preference alone.

“I’m not just about sexual orientation,” he said. “I have a career, cats, a family, religion. To be constantly bombarded by the sex thing is challenging at times.” For instance, he and his partner of 12 years are thinking about adopting children, but Solis has gay friends who say such family values are incompatible with homosexuality.”

What’s most fascinating about revisiting a topic is the hindsight of how much one changes over the years and evolves. Even though I wouldn’t go far as to slap 1999 Solis (I was Christopher Solis then), I wouldn’t have said this quote today.

 To be fair, at that time I was surrounded by a demographic half my age, and my struggle was to infuse in them the reason to care about the civil rights movement. To those who know me personally, you might guess, that apathy as defined by inaction is an affront to my personal values. Much of my life has been defined as being a ‘do-er’, and so those who choose to sit on the sidelines and reap the benefits of others struggles and efforts have always offended me. Oh, I agree with their right to do so – I just suspect we have little in common. (ß Insert shrug here).

But in my memory when this reporter had called me that day, I couldn’t even really envision the idea of Post Gay. For clarity let me define what I mean, when I speak of Post Gay:

Post-Gay: The era where LGBTQIA community members are predominately viewed or identify by affiliations other than their sexual identity.

So, the reason I view us entering into this new phase of the civil rights evolution is the personal reaction I and Rob receive as a couple, or the reaction I get when the topic of family comes up in introductions or among newly introduced folks.

The proliferation of Gay marriage in the U.S. across the country has given the general population a sense of lessened anxiety about the subject – about living alongside LGBT people in general.

All of a sudden, I find my role as a member of the community being more of providing educational moments when they arise, or continued efforts at dispelling stereo types, but this is far from issues of basic human dignity and acknowledgement.

Certainly there will be ongoing education.

If I were to take an informal poll of my co-workers at the University of Texas, a group I consider to be highly intelligent and educated, many would still assert that because Rob and I are married in New York, certainly Texas recognizes that marriage, right? Wrong. But that’s because it’s common sense that we would. But because they are not confronted with these legal obstacles and it’s not in their direct vision but rather on the periphery, they can be forgiven for such naivety.

It’s been a while now since someone cocked their head at my use of an unexpected pronoun, or correcting someone when they ask if I’m married and they ask me a simple question about what is my Wife’s name and I respond my Husband’s name is Rob.

Basically the idea of Post Gay is an idea that we live in a time that topics that were such a big deal for such a long time, just aren’t as big a deal any longer.

I for one – am THRILLED with this evolution.

However I see others in my community who struggle with this new found identity – the identity of freedom.

It would be natural to think that after years and for some, a lifetime, of struggle for simple acknowledgement should be happy that in many ways we’ve achieved that. Now the challenge is to self-determine what now defines us. That is the identity of freedom I speak of.

The drawbacks I spoke of in 2002 were the fracturing of our society by the freedom to self-identify into sub-segments of one large community. Are you an L? G? B? T? I? Or an A? The benefits I spoke of are the acknowledgement that I fit somewhere in that community and thus can cross-advocate for others.

Certainly the aforementioned strides do not include the same degree of progress in areas such as Transgender freedoms, which means there’s plenty of work to do. But the idea that I can now focus my energies and efforts on advocating for animal rights, lower taxes, improved government, solving homelessness and other social ills and just being plain free (mostly) from harm and bullying is by itself cause for celebration.

So, while this transition that lies out before us seems daunting and scary. The principles behind self-identification still apply. Now I get to self-identify what matters to me beyond the boundaries of sexual identity.

I’m not advocating anytime soon the dismantling the acronyms we use or the term queer as an umbrella term, but maybe I’ve evolved to be just an “H” – for Human. I’ve never felt like such a smaller part of a larger whole.

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The Day Has Finally Arrived.

20 Tuesday Sep 2011

Posted by Solis R. in DADT, Diversity, Politics

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DADT, Don't Ask Don't Tell, Gay, Keith Meinhold, Lesbian, Military, Naval, Navy, NIS, Queer, Veteran

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SolisNavy_edited-1 a photo by SolisRough on Flickr.

Much of below is a reprise of an earlier post. I’ve updated it since today commemorates the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. Itself a terrible policy following the all out banning of Gay and Lesbian military service members. It’s a great day for many of our community and all my Veteran friends.

Particularly those who supported me during the most difficult years of my life.

As many of you know, I served in the U.S. Navy from the beginning 1984 to end of 1995. After 12 years it was regrettable to leave. I enjoyed my time in the Navy.

What I liked most about it, was the sense of accomplishment that came from doing a good job with highly commendable people. I liked meeting all different kinds of people from all over the country.

It was my truest exposure to diversity. In all of my jobs that have followed I have not worked with a more broad range of diversity in terms of cultures and geographic heritage.

That’s why it was so odd and heart breaking in making the decision to leave. I left active duty, and ultimately the navy, because of the institution of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.

Believe it or not, before the institution of this policy, life as a Gay man in the Navy was easier. I’m fairly certain most of my shipmates knew of my orientation. Or by virtue of not-wanting-to-know, knew. They had long stopped asking me what I did on the weekend, or who I hung out with.

I was in a relationship with Rob after 1989. The notion that I had something so wonderful occurring in my life and not being able to share that with the people I was closest to on a daily basis – that part was difficult. I loved those folks in the Navy. They were mostly my family and we supported one another. I felt very supported and mostly loved. I had achieved a high degree of accomplishment in a short period of time. The evidence of this is worn on one’s sleeve. Literally. Having three chevrons in just seven years spoke about as much me when I walked in the room as anything I could say.

I really miss that. The idea that the first thing one looks for in a person when they walk in isn’t the color of the their skin, the swish in their walk, the status of their ring finger, or the twang in their voice. You can size nearly anyone up in the first introduction by virtue of what was on their chest and what was on their sleeve. I was proud of what mine said about me.

I had been awarded the Navy Achieve Medal which is the highest commendation of personal achievement one can receive in the Navy. What I was most happy with was that I earned this during the period of Desert Storm. Because of my status as an administrative professional in a squadron of aircraft specialists and aviation warfare specialists (AW’s – who usually hogged all of the spotlight – but to be fair, we were there to fly planes after all) this accomplishment was especially noteworthy. And the idea that I did this during Desert Storm following a nomination for Sailor of the Year for my Squadron and Western Pacific Fleet among said AW’s and other aircraft specialties made me especially proud.

But I had to walk away from all of that when it became clear that the tide clearly turned after DADT was instituted. All of a sudden, those who previously hadn’t cared about orientation issues began talking openly and sometimes with hostility about the issues of Gays in the Navy. Sometimes they would clearly escalate the volume of their commentary in my direction. All of this served to make me highly uncomfortable and fearful.

And, in 1992, the memories began to come back. In 1984 I went through a horrendous arrest and investigation after being charged with homosexuality and sodomy.

Prior to DADT it wasn’t uncommon for the military to conduct “witch hunts”. This usually occurred when someone “fagged out” (came out to avoid further service). The Naval Investigative Service (NIS) – like the military FBI, would offer an easier time of discharge if the fagged-out, gave a list of associates. Armed with these new lists of homsexuals, the command would begin another round of whispering and inquiries.

I was surprised to learn during my investigation the NIS was talking to my friends in the Military to find out where I went, and who my friends were. What did I do for fun? What were my personal habits? etc. It’s very unnerving to know this is going on immediately behind your back and thanks to friends who overcame fear of being told NOT to divulge anything to me, to tell me what was occurring.

When I was finally arrested and led away, I had the sense of outrage that comes from believing you’ve done nothing wrong. But, of course, that conflicts with the law – no matter how unjust. Thankfully, my friend Dale warned me immediately before it occurred and advised me to remain silent no matter what.

Silence is an amazing thing. A powerful tool of defiance on one hand – a weakness of concurrence on the other. By remaining silent I felt I was relinquishing my instinct to defend myself. To somehow agree with the purpose of my detainment. All this questioning culminating in a very dehumanizing experience. Being asked questions I was at times forced to answer. Being made to undress to show I wasn’t wearing womens underwear, or that my legs weren’t shaved, being coerced into naming friends some of who weren’t even gay, just so that the NIS could work on a new branch of the witch hunt tree pained me terribly.

What hurt most I think, was reading statements those had made about me. People I most respected and trusted. There is a code in the military. A reliance on each other that far exceeds that of a conventional co-worker. It was a turning point that everything I believed the world to be (my career at that age, was my world) was not all true. It’s a very harsh reality. Particularly when one is sitting unclothed being interrogated.

Maybe this day I can find some forgiveness for those folks. People, who were likely as scared as I was when a NIS agent showed up and started asking questions. It did teach me lessons about sharing the intimate details of my life. Those lessons have only been reinforced through out the years, but like many lessons, they started in the Navy.

I’ve always considered returning to the Navy. Not, as an active duty member, but rather as a reserve member. Particularly in today’s troubling economic times, and the state of Social Security I want to return so that I can complete my eight years to complete my time in order to earn my retirement. This is very important to me, and my family.

But maybe it’s best to let this chapter of my life reach final closure. Mostly I’m glad that those who will follow will not have to know the degradation years of poor policy have inflicted on some of the greatest Americans – those who choose to serve.

I marched this last month, in the Austin Texas Gay Pride Parade,  with my fellow veterans. Some of who are currently on active duty. They wore camouflage paint on their face to hide from the cameras. Strange to think that Americans, those we should be most proud of, would be forced to hide their faces to walk down a public street. It’s the end of an era. A welcome end. Next year’s parade may not contain anyone who will hide their identity. Being able to lead that parade was a wonderful thing. It was another highlight in my life and there have been many. I’m fortunate that way.

What I will mark most this day is the end of my personal silence. I was silent the day I was led away by military police. I was silent the day Keith Meinhold came out and I arrived at the base to news cameras everywhere, and a CNN camera crew put a microphone in my face to ask me what I thought, I was silent when I was deployed in the first gulf war and someone asked me if anyone had come to see me off. (I asked my beloved Rob to stay home that day). I don’t have to be silent any more with this regard. That has removed it from being a weakness of concurrence and it shall from this day forward be added to my strength column.

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