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Like Me for Who I am or Keep Your Big Mouths Shut!

This entry is closely connected to an entry about an incident that occurred back in April that I just got around to posting. Please refer to the following link for more about this important topic: http://www.myrebootat30.com/?p=785

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I care about all my students and, quite honestly, I love my job and the people I work with on a daily basis. But something upsetting was brought to my attention today. Something that I’m actually surprised it took this long to become breached, but none the less did. I was forced to confront me being me.

So, rumor going around school amongst some students AND faculty has to with my sexuality. I will be the first to admit, I’m not an average guy. I’m very expressive and, in the words of my roommate, act a bit effeminate. I feel that this makes me a unique individual… and you know what, I’m comfortable in my uniqueness. Often times, it seems like my friends are comfortable with it as well, unless of course, they’ve been lying to me all this time and no one really likes me as is. Regardless, people say they like me for who I am and that I’m unlike anyone they’ve ever met. On the flip side of the coin, it also seems like I’ve been judged because people can’t fit me into their nice neat box of categorization. I’m also well-aware of the stereotype assumptions that are made about guys my age that are single.

Without saying it in so many words, my roommate has even came out and told me that the reason he kept his distance and never tried to be my friend or get close to me was because he didn’t know if I was gay or not. And not only him, but now teachers and students are discussing this topic behind my back… and it INFURIATES me. So what if I like candles, can cook and watch “Glee”?

What’s interesting is that when some people (a lot of times women) meet me for the first time, they seem to like me because of my energy and craziness. However, many times it seems that they like me that way in hopes that I can be a different kind of guy that can love them. But when I don’t give them the anticipated response, it’s like suddenly the only reason I won’t is because I like guys.

I’ve been single pretty much all my life. I’ve dated very little and a big reason for this is because I enjoy my freedom. I like the fact that I can make my own decisions and do what I want when I want. Sure, I have to make this exchange at the cost of not having someone to love and share my life with, but it’s a choice I’ve made.

Another reason for my single status is because I haven’t found the right person. And on that topic, you can’t force yourself to be the right person. I do not like to be pushed and prodded into decisions in general. Throwing yourself at me and forcing me to make a decision in YOUR time rather than mine is the biggest turnoff you can demonstrate to me. I want to know that I love someone because I love them, not because I’m questioning whether I love someone because I’m being pushed into it.

I have other reasons for why I don’t date, but those are two of the big ones. I’m not discounting the fact that perhaps one day I’ll find the right person for me. But until that day comes, I’m going to be content with my status.

Next, it seems that the way I have embraced the Korean culture is another cause for questioning my sexuality. GUYS CAN TOUCH EACH OTHER HERE AND NOT BE GAY!!! I’m not talking touching inappropriately. I’m talking about putting their arm around another guy, hugging a guy and… dare I say it… holding another guy’s hand!!! I’ve always been a very touchy person and it was a relief to me to find that so are many Koreans.

What’s funny… I’ve seen male students do all the above and no one thinks twice about it… unless you’re from America or have the American mindset. I know this is an international school and I know there still need to be certain boundaries placed between students and teachers, but just because I’ve done all those things above in a culture that is accepting of it… that makes me gay? Did anyone notice… WE’RE NOT IN AMERICA!!! Instead of trying to change their ways to the American way and being totally USA-centric, understand we’re on their turf. According to what I’ve heard, the majority of the people making these comments are Americans or people that have been strongly influenced by them. Few to any Koreans have expressed any problems.

One reason I’ve tried to become so close with my male students is because there are so few positive male role models in their lives. I’ve tried to be close to them because the girls have the female teachers to relate to… but the guys have grown up going through a system that is predominately filled by women. The ladies can show care, compassion and teach the many girls at our school how to be women. But often times the guys get left out. Why can’t the guys be shown that they are cared about as well by other guys in a way that is deemed culturally acceptable?

Who are we teaching these boys to be if we keep our distance? We’re raising a generation of men that can only bond in sporting activities and other “manly” ways. But try to show any kind of emotion, and you are WEAK!!! My roommate is one of the weaker men I’ve known. He has told me that he has to be able to handle his own crap and even compared himself to Batman to illustrate his point. But when push came to shove, he was bottling up all his emotions and problems up until he collapsed like a house of cards because he realized he couldn’t handle them on his own. Do we really want another generation like this?

Men need each other for support and it’s even a principle taught in the Bible (I know this because we have been studying it in Bible study). So why can’t I show these guys that they are important and are loved and that someone cares about them without being given a label?

It disturbed me earlier this year when someone made a comment about a video I posted on Facebook that included a bunch of the high school guys joking around and lip-syncing to the song “My Heart Will Go On” while taking a break from cleaning the school gym. The person told me that he thought he was watching child porn and that these boys needed to learn how to act like real men. First off, I’ll say to the person that you once again need to understand the culture and how nothing on this video was inappropriate. Secondly, I’d add that if “real men” have to be like a lot of the men I’ve met in my life… we need fewer “real men” and actual men that know how real men are supposed to act.

We have been watching a video series every morning before school that deals with lessons to be learned from the Israelites and their journey through the wilderness into the Promised Land. The last segment dealt with helping each other as a community and helping nurture future generations and give them the proper “soil” in which to grow. Ray VanderLaan, the speaker, talked about how so many kids today can’t grow properly because so much of their “soil” has been eroded away.

I think one reason for this is because of the way people in America are so afraid to even look at a child for fear that it’ll be taken the wrong way. Kids don’t know they’re cared for and they are being raised to be taught that human contact is wrong. No wonder kids hate each other and authority… because they think authority hates them and they act the same way toward each other. This is why I don’t think I could ever teach in the States because I believe the societal stranglehold being placed on adults is harming our kids. I understand the reasoning behind some of it and the protection it offers, but it’s gone too far.

This year, I’ve been labeled as a pornographer, a potential pedophile and now this. This is the best job I’ve ever had. I care deeply about my students. I want them to succeed and I want them to grow up understanding that someone loves them and perhaps show them through that that God loves them too.

I don’t know what the consequences of this post are going to be. Perhaps I’ll be having another reboot at thirty-one. Maybe people will ostracize me and I’ll be left to deal with all this alone. But for people to gossip about these things behind my back without even trying to get to know me in most cases, you should be appalled at your behavior. I’ve had non-Christian co-workers that have treated me better than you and could have cared less about my sexual orientation. Like me for the unique person God made me and stop trying to fit me into your stereotype boxes. Why does any of this even matter? It’s time you stop trying to ruin my life. It’s time you learned to keep your rumormongering mouths shut!

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All By Myself…

So I’m sitting at a Thai restaurant earlier today and have yet another one of those moments. No… not a moment of thinking, “why am I eating this spicy food and what is it going to do to me” (that all happened later), but rather another of those epiphany moments where I couldn’t believe I’m actually here.

I walked into the Thai Garden in Itaewan hearing Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline” playing through the loudspeaker and sat down to peruse the menu… even though I knew I was going to have the green curry and rice before I even left the sidewalk outside. Moments after the waiter took my order, the song ended and its replacement sparked feelings of reflection within me. It was “All By Myself” by Eric Carmen. This was ironic because, despite trying to call a couple people to join me, I was eating… “All by my…seeeeee…lf.”

This got me to thinking as I looked out across the way at the apartments and skyscrapers of Seoul. It kinda reminded me of looking out across the sea of buildings in NYC. Sure, coming here (Korea) all by myself was a huge step for me. I’m the first member of my family to live for any significant amount of time in a country other than the USA.

Earlier in the day, I was walking through the Gangham district of Seoul and was felling like I was the only white person on the street. Granted, there were other Caucasians there, but few and far between. Plus, I was alone, walking through the area looking in vain for a Lotteria (a Korean fast food joint, the equivalent of McDonalds) to get some shake-shake fries (french fries with a chili, onion or cheese flavored powder you sprinkle into the fry bag and shake vigorously. MMMMMMM…). Surprisingly for the size of that area… no Lotteria to be found!!!

I reflected on these things as I sat in the Thai restaurant. It brought me back to the revelation of what a small cog I am in the large scheme of life. Amongst these millions of people, here I am sitting alone on the opposite side of the world from my family and many of my friends. Does this phase me? No… I’m just still in awe that this is my life and this is where I am.

When I started off in life, I was confined mostly to home. As I grew older, the parameters changed. Now here I am in one of the 10 largest cities on earth, roaming alone through a sea of unfamiliar faces. I feel myself becoming more at home here, while wishing for certain things I can’t find here. But once again, I wouldn’t change it for the world… and I pray this sense of awe never leaves me.

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Thailand Day 6: So This is Christmas…

Shelli and Kate have reached the limit of time they can spend together. Craig is told Asians should have tougher skin by a Thai guy. Jim learns not to say the wrong thing to Brandon unless he wants his butt grabbed. And the group stumbles into a nest of gays at their beach… making the previous sentence even more awkward, but Craig’s second day straight of getting hit on by guys even more funny. Oh… and emotions are mixed as Christmas Day arrives in paradise.
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Merry Christmas everyone!

Sitting on a tropical beach makes one forget what day it is. During the past few days, we’ve had to remind ourselves of the season because it just hasn’t felt like it should be Christmas day. In that spirit, I’ve prepared a short video about what it feels like to be not so close to home on Christmas Day.

Today started off early when I met a Thai woman who lives in Essex. It was weird to see someone that could completely blend in with the locals, but whose accent stuck out like a sore thumb. She was visiting relatives while on holiday and enjoying the warmer weather they weren’t currently experiencing in the UK. All I could think was that she was missing part 1 of the Doctor Who Christmas Special.

Soon it was placed on the boys to find new shelter as the place we stayed at the night before was total crap. I’m sorry… I’m a bit irritable as I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Craig and I got into a blanket war and the noise right outside our door was not pleasant. When in Ko Samet… beware the “Sea Breeze”.

Anyway, after about 20 minutes of searching, we found a place that had only been open about 3 weeks old. It wasn’t on any map, nor was it in any tour guide. I don’t even know if this place had a name yet. It was nice, save for no A/C, but the nights wouldn’t be so bad with just a fan.

We got the Kate and Shelli and soon headed to the beach. They gave us our gifts (Santa hats) and we had a local woman take our picture.

I think this will be our Christmas card for next year

I think this will be our Christmas card for next year

While everyone else laid out on the beach and swam, I decided to do a little exploring. It’s not that I don’t like the beach, but I’ve had an aversion to salt water since I got a mouthful as a kid and sand getting everywhere is not my idea of comfort. I mean, I keep a towel next to my bed to make sure I don’t bring any to bed with me. I found a cool stretch of rocky shoreline and hung out there for a while and read.

Lounging with a view of the ocean!

Lounging with a view of the ocean!

It also helped me get away from some of the more interesting “sights” that were to be seen there. By “sights”, I mean the very European feeling of clothing optional beach activites… such as one older woman we referred to as “Grandma” who was as dark as George Hamilton, could stand to gain a few pounds (even bronzed rib cages aren’t very attractive) and needed help finding the missing top from her ever changing two piece bathing suits (she changed them 3 times a day and we didn’t see a repeat for 5 days).

Grandma

Grandma

We grabbed some lunch and got my usual Thai meal: Green Curry and (insert favorite meat) with rice. I ordered a strawberry shake and it was TO DIE FOR!!! But apparently, you can only have one good strawberry shake on this island as none of the other shakes I’ve ordered today (including one from the same place) has matched the perfection of the first.

Mmmmmmmmmm...

Mmmmmmmmmm...

By sunset, everyone had had enough swimming, sun (Jim got toasted) and frisbee throwing for the day. We got changed and headed back to the, now dark, beach. We found a nice place and ordered our Christmas dinner. I had the chicken and potatoes with rice (yes… everything goes better with rice). It seemed like a Christmas-y enough dinner. Some restaurants had waiters dressed like Santa and pretty much every place had lights strung up everywhere. It looked like Christmas, but the feeling of Christmas still was missing. We realized our families were probably just waking up to gather around the tree and open their gifts.

Service by Santa

Service by Santa

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I pictured the sight as I imagined my family opening the box of gifts I’d sent from Korea. I tried to figure out what my sister’s reaction would be to the animal hat with the attached animal paw gloves I’d bought her. I figured, even though I’m 30… and a guy, I wanted one the moment I saw my students wearing them. I thought of my mom and sister trying the Korea Honey Citrus tea that works amazingly to relieve your sore throat with a mega blast of Vitamin C. I also hoped my dad would enjoy the hat with the ear covering flaps since the winter is hitting them hard in the states.

At least I was with friends and we did have a good time together. But you can’t help but still reflect on the things you miss.

We headed back to the room for some shut eye and I ended the day listening to Rebecca St. James singing “Happy Christmas” and Harry Connick Jr.’s soothing rendition of “Silent Night”. It was a different kind of Christmas, but fun and relaxing nonetheless.

I really don't need to say anything else... yet I still find the need to caption.

I really don't need to say anything else... yet I still find the need to caption.

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What Kind of Day Has It Been?

You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have… my day.

I’m not going to sugar coat this, but today was the worst day since I arrived in Korea. Which is kind of ironic as it was also one of the best days since I arrived in Korea.

It started off just fine. Off to work and an early morning seminar. I was well on my way to happiness considering the revelation about room decor from the day before. But then something happened in the seminar. An incident took place (about which I won’t get into detail here) and needless to say, something inside me… snapped. My introvert nature kicked in and I shut down right then and there.

All I wanted to do was talk… vent… to someone who has known me more than 5 minutes. I’m not saying that I can’t talk to anyone here… I just want to talk to someone that knows me… someone I’m comfortable with. But that’s not as easy as you’d think.

I knew coming over here that this kind of situation was a very real possibility. For one, a 13-hour time difference from 99.9% of my friends hinders a lot of conversation. Secondly, without internet or a phone (home or mobile) until I get my alien registration card, I can’t have my own access to communicate with people outside this country.

That’s what makes this transition so difficult. The support system I’d built in my old life is completely disrupted and taken away. Even if in that moment I wanted to talk to someone back in the States, it’s almost midnight. Instead, I’m forced to head home, eat cold Korean pizza with cheese and crackers and watch an episode of Stella to cheer me up.

I thought I had this transition thing down. I’m enjoying Korea… getting to know the people and trying new things. I just wasn’t expecting this aspect to be the roughest part. Until you understand how cut off you are from the familiar things in your life… you can’t understand how alone you can sometimes feel. I wonder if this is how people in witness protection feel?

By early in the evening, I’d worked though it a little more. Dinner and games with some teachers helped get my mind off of it, but I still miss the people who know me best.

On two happier notes, I did finish decorating my classroom this afternoon. And just in time too… my students come to pick up their books tomorrow. This made me VERY happy. I felt like I accomplished something huge. Granted, I think most people were freaked out by the fact that I was doing it all in the dark, using only natural light. Just understand, I’m more at home with less light. I’m a creature of the the dark.

Also, it rained and stormed all day. I was so excited. There is no factiousness in that statement. I love rainy days!!!

Ending the day with a two-episode marathon of Sports Night also didn’t hurt.

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