On Jason Collins: There Should Be No Qualifier for Courage

Lots of good chatter on Twitter yesterday after Jason Collins came out and I put up that last post. I know I’ve got a good set of Tweeps when I don’t read any derogatory comments.

I did have a bit of a (friendly) debate with one internet pal who suggested Collins stands separate from athletes who came out before him. I’ve even read a few tweets which honored Collins as the Jackie Robinson of gay athletes. For me, the important thing is both men were and are courageous in their own ways, and both did and will affect people for years to come.

Think about it this way: do you wonder why Collins is the first? Why no Major Team Sport Male Athlete in North America™ came out before yesterday? Because it was too dangerous. There was no Branch Rickey for this person, no straight ally with true power who took the lead and ensured MTSMAiNA™ he would be safe, that he wouldn’t lose his job, his livelihood, his life.

Now think about Martina Navratilova and Billie Jean King coming out in 1981. Women. Alone. No Twitter frenzy. No call from the White House. In 1981.

To suggest Collins’s actions represent a different quality of courage is to (1) marginalize those who came (out) before him and (2) set him up to be marginalized when the next famous sports figure comes out. “But he wasn’t a superstar. He never won a title. He wasn’t actually playing at the time. Football is more popular than basketball. He already made his millions. He’s not white. It’s just different.” And believe me, what Collins did yesterday is already being downplayed. Flipping through radio stations during my commute, I heard a DJ read a note from a listener that went something like this:

“Will this stop children from starving in Africa? Will it stop teens from dying because of drugs? NO! Then why does it matter what one guy does in his bedroom?!”

What the author of that email fails to realize is being gay isn’t about what happens in our bedrooms. And ultimately Jason Collins coming out isn’t about sports. It’s about being able to live honestly, freely, and equally. What Collins did will affect more than just athletes and sports fans, more than just gay people. It will show fans and players and restauranteurs and ditch diggers that all kinds of people are gay; we are your sisters and brothers and friends. We can live honestly, and still be happy, safe, and successful in anything that we choose to do. That’s why coming out matters.

There should be no qualifier for courage, no asterisk explaining why one person’s risk was easier than another. Every coming out story is important – Collins’, Rapinoe’s, King’s, mine, yours. Collins stands shoulder to shoulder with those who broke barriers before him, as he will stand with those who follow. As Collins himself tweeted, he is not walking alone. With every day, with every Collins and Griner and Rapinoe and Lindsey and Rogers, fewer and fewer of us will ever have to walk – or run, skate, hit, shoot, swing, check, catch or kick – alone again.

This Lesbian Has Finally Found the Right Man

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right guy yet.”

Over the last 22 years I’ve heard that line approximately… 118 times.

And you know what? Every guy who said that was right. I have finally found the right man.

His name is FirstGayMajorSportMaleAthlete, but I just call him Neo. After all, he is The One.

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank all the women from my past who’ve influenced me in some manner. Long before I was self-aware, Billie Jean King began paving the road my man and I stride down today. Martina Navratilova was unafraid to display the power and grace of muscles and was one of the first out athletes from whom I could draw hope after I came out. Sheryl Swoopes, Amélie Mauresmo, Missy Giove – all taught me success was not out of reach just because I’m gay. And Megan Rapinoe, who came out during an Olympic year, no less, and can inspire a new generation of young athletes. She made me feel so proud to be a long-time fan of the USWNT.

All those things are nice, really they are. But now I’ve finally got someone who matters.

There’s no turning back, either. No need for me to write wistful, hopeful posts lauding those who bravely come out while playing soccer. It’s just soccer. Not a man’s game like baseball. Or football. Or basketball. Or hockey.

And I won’t be wasting time blogging about Brittney Griner or Lori Lindsey, or hoping other athletes will come out. Why should they even bother? They all pale in comparison to my man’s instantaneous validation of my accomplishments and sense of pride. By his very existence, no one could shine as brightly or affect as many people as my man.

All this time. All these years. I was sure of what my heart needed to feel full. I was wrong.

But now I know who I am. With FirstGayMajorSportMaleAthlete in my life, I am complete.

And did I mention he’s filthy rich? Thanks, Nike!

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On Brittney Griner, Open Secrets, and Shame.

Had a good long Twitter DM chat with a friend the other day. She is trying to understand why Brittney Griner’s sexuality is news – why any athlete’s sexuality is newsworthy, in fact. I trust my friend, and I know her questions came from a place of curiosity and genuine reflection, so I’m sharing our conversation.

I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments.

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Twitter Friend: I’m going to ask you a question and trust you know me well enough to know it is an honest question. I seek understanding.

LT: Ok…

TF: When I look at Brittney Griner I see an awesome, talented ball player. Why is it important for me to know or care whether she prefers men or women? Same with Megan Rapinoe. She is one of my favorite soccer players, she is funny and bright. I don’t care who she sleeps with.

LT: When you say “me” are you speaking only for yourself, or for people in general? That will affect my answer…

TF: I guess both. Me personally. And generally.

LT: This is why: Matthew Sheppard. And this: Alan Gordon. And this: Coach Lisa Howe. Not everyone shares your accepting, open-minded views. And until people like Matthew are safe, people like Alan don’t use homophobic slurs, until people like me can’t get fired for being different, it’s important to show that we are everywhere and we deserve to be treated equally. Who we sleep with is .00000000001% of who we are. But it’s treated like 100% of who we are. That some people and the media chose to focus on the “sex” in “sexuality” is unfortunate. But that’s how it is for now. People like Griner can help change that just by being who she is.

TF: I guess that is where I am coming from. I’m not sure I wish to be defined only by my sexuality. Just trying to figure out why we would want Griner to be defined by hers.

LT: I don’t think she is, or Pinoe either. And I think that’s progress. But it’s VERY recent progress. And it won’t be that way for a man. I think something you’re missing out on because, frankly, you’re not gay, is how we… my people… look to the famous gay people as heroes. It takes courage to be out; and Griner has Billie Jean & Martina to thank for being able to speak so nonchalantly about it. Lesbians glom on to out people because we have so few heroes. They become instant celebrities. Even straight actors who play gay people on TV – if you represent us well, you will have our loyalty. That’s kind of the feeling, because there are so many who are against us. [This is one reason why it matters for famous gays and lesbians to be out].

TF: You mean it is expected that female athletes would be gay but not male. You mean by other players or fans or both?

LT: As for a gay male major sports athlete… It will be a motherf’in ZOO. It will be all about sex, because that’s what the majority of people see. “Ew, gay sex! It’s gross and wrong!” The media, the religious, will make it all about sex, when really, it’s about relationships. But… that doesn’t sell newspapers.

TF: That’s why I asked. Trying to understand. I figured we could converse and you not want to kill me.

TF: So someone who lives their life in an open secret sort of way. No big announcement but no subterfuge. Encouraging or frustrating?

LT: Speaking only for myself? Frustrating, but not maddening. Being out can do so much good, but I completely respect the choice. Because here’s the thing… Each person in the world gets to choose what they will stand for. What they CAN stand for. What crosses they are strong enough to carry. I don’t begrudge a closeted person their choice. You can’t make someone carry that weight – they have to choose it, or they’ll do it badly. Then, everyone loses.

TF: Do you see famous “open secret” athletes as closeted?

LT: Yes. Though as @fromaleftwing would remind us, not necessarily only because of their actions; rather, the media helps put them in there. Make sense?

TF: Sort of.

LT: “Hey David Beckham, how’s your wife Victoria?” No one ever asks “open secret” athletes about their personal lives. Lots of possible reasons for that: In truth, it’s not 100% safe to be out. [Or] perhaps the media respects the athlete’s choice not to talk about it. But then, they also perpetuate it. [Or] perhaps they’re afraid to ask. They don’t want to be accused of outing someone. But again, they perpetuate it, even if intentions are good.

TF: For some people, though, anyone with a Twitter account could figure out who they’re with in about three minutes.

LT: Perhaps in light of Griner’s easy answer to a question that was not really asking about her primary relationship, someone will be more willing to ask similar questions to others. (By “easy” I mean “relaxed”).

TF: As someone who’s interviewed “open secret” athletes, I guess I don’t think it is anyone’s biz unless they choose to make it so.

LT: So they don’t say it directly, the press doesn’t ask directly, and it just exists there in the ether. And in doing so, saying it, or asking it, comes across as being wrong. Maybe.

TF: If I interviewed Pinoe at this point I would probably ask about [girlfriend Sarah] Walsh.

LT: Yes, that’s different, [Pinoe] has outed herself. She has made that topic open. And that’s the Big Thing. By not talking about it, by not asking, the topic carries shame. That is what we have to overcome. We… gay people…. we… media… we… humanity…

TF: To me, I don’t care and I guess I wouldn’t feel it my place to ask about it. Maybe you are right. It feels different, whereas with straight married players it is just their relationship. They present their partners as their partners. Rapinoe does as well so I would feel it is open territory. I would ask a straight married player about her husband because she presents him as her partner.

LT: You wouldn’t feel comfortable asking an “open secret” athlete how their partner is doing?

LT: And don’t get me wrong, Twitter Friend, NO ONE is going to ask an “open secret” athlete how their partner is doing. But you could… What’s the worst that could happen?

TF: I would feel comfortable asking Pinoe that re: Walsh but with others I’m not sure. It’s like I know but I’m not sure if I’m supposed to.

LT: I understand your dilemma, I really do. That’s the whole “ether” thing. It’s why activists press for people to be out. Make it clear. And while an argument could be made that it’s no one’s biz, that becomes false for public figures. It becomes our biz. So what it comes down to is, who else is going to ask the question the Griner interviewer asked?

TF: I can’t imagine it hasn’t been asked.

LT: By the mainstream media? If it’s an open secret, it’s still a secret, and it’s a line no one has been willing to cross.

TF: I just assume it’s made clear beforehand that it is off limits.

LT: I think people don’t ask. And don’t tell. Sound familiar? Fear. Shame. That’s why people like Pinoe and Griner are so important. No fear. No shame.

TF: Think if you were [RETIRED ATHLETE 1] or [RETIRED ATHLETE 2] although I’m not sure #1 ever cared.

LT: Or [RETIRED ATHLETE 3].

TF: Is #3 out or another open secret?

LT: Open secret.

LT: Ok buddy, I gotta go to a meeting. Always here for you. So glad you asked, please feel free anytime.

TF: Me too. Good to have discussion. Not everyday you can have this conversation with a [conservative occupation]‘s wife!

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The amount of shading and massaging I had to chose to do to protect the identities of players we spoke about by name is the object lesson of the entire post. There is no good reason – not one – for anyone, famous athlete or regular ol’ person, to feel compelled to hide who they are. There are only bad reasons: shame, danger, fear, and fear, and more fear.

If I claimed to live openly but never spoke about my relationships in public, what message would that send to those around me? This isn’t even a rhetorical question. I can tell you from experience my friends don’t ask about my relationships because they think I don’t want to talk about it, that it’s private. (The real reason is that there’s nothing to talk about, but that’s another post). My dad always said, you teach people how to be around you. When someone claims to live openly, but subtly denies the truth of their situation, it sends signals to those around them that it’s not really OK to talk about this part of you, that it is still a secret. That it’s not open at all.

When a Brittney Griner or Megan Rapinoe step up and say, nope, I’m not going to be afraid, they make it a tiny bit safer for everyone else. All of us, gay and straight, famous and not, can do our part to fight danger and fear. For example, I can ask questions from a place of curiosity, not judgement. Speak my truth. Be myself. And maybe, with each DM and RT and +1, we can chip away at the shame that keeps others from feeling safe enough to live freely.

Get Your Thorny T-Shirts Here

You want your Thorny shirts? I made some.

Got ones for FC Kansas City, Washington Spirit, Western NY Flash, Chicago Red Stars, and our USWNT‘s greatness too.

And they’re not going anywhere.

I’ve never made a Zazzle store before but hey, The Bloggess uses it so it has to be cool. And look, I know they’re not the most creative tees ever. I’m a musician, people, not a graphic designer. But I assure you these shirts sound awesome.

Randy?

Randy?

FCKC. I Know. Clever.

FCKC. I Know. Clever.

The original.

The original.

Not if you're wearing this shirt. See, two birds, one stone.

Keep your WNY shirt on.

Who knew?

Who knew?

For my pals over at the WoSoShirtCo.

For the WoSoShirtCo.

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::giggle::

Puns for everyone!

Puns for everyone!

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… to score goals. Of course.

Backstory: first the Portland Thorns’ own “Feelin’ Thorny” shirts were pulled; then all the orders for WoSoShirtCo‘s “Me So Thorny” tees were cancelled. What’s next? Are people going to complain if fans show up at Thorns games wearing Lady GayGay shirts? Or hoodies that advertise Captain Morgan Rum? Kids shouldn’t drink, y’know. What about a Slipknot concert tee? Or Call of Duty? Everyone knows video games cause real-world violence. What about poor Tinky Winky?! Censorship is a slippery slope, my friends.

I feel badly for the Thorns and WoSoShirtCo. A vocal minority who feel they know what’s best for the Whole Wide World pressured those two companies to kill cool products.

That won’t happen here. THORNDOGS merch is here to stay. And guess what? Any money I make on these (ridiculously overpriced) shirts will go to charity*.

Know who gets to decide which shirts you can buy?

You.

So wear ‘em if you got ‘em, and I’ll see you at the games**.

*puppies and kittens

**on webcasts

An Open Letter to Pro Soccer Team Owners

I don’t care about you.

I care about beer. And pretty girls. And being outside on a Saturday night in the spring. I’m a casual fan. I care about me.

I don’t care about your accounting. Or your ticket sales. Or how much you have to mark up my beer to turn a profit on your concessions.

I know you want me to care. You keep writing me letters asking me to think of your bottom line when I make decisions about my disposable income. But your financial interests are pretty low on my List of Things to Consider When I Spend My Money.

Know what’s higher on my list? Puppies and kittens. That damn Sarah McLachlan commercial gets me every time. And when I have a little extra cash to share with my favorite causes, I’m going to donate it to the puppies and kittens. Not your sports team. A sports team can take care of itself. Puppies and kittens need my help. You don’t. You don’t have a cause. You have a business.

I may not care about you, but I do like you. I definitely appreciate you and envy the fact you have enough money to bankroll a women’s soccer team. And once I come to your stadium (oh, can I find directions on your website?), if I see an exciting soccer match with thrilling goals and outstanding saves, I will fall in love with you. And then I’ll come back. I’ll even bring friends. I’ll buy jerseys and t-shirts and those cool scarves. The better time I have enjoying your product, the more likely I am to spend my money on your product. And I will advocate the hell out of your product on Facebook and Twitter and Tumblr. Because those are free ways of connecting with my fellow fans about your team, and it’s super easy.

So quit asking me for money. I’m busy. I have a life. I have a mortgage and car payments and mouths to feed and laundry to do. It’s up to you to make your entertainment option the single most compelling entertainment option for me. Then you’ll be at the top of The List.

Right after puppies and kittens.

Not Dead Yet!

When we last left HGS, I was snippily telling myself to shut up.

And then I did.

It’s not intentional. I’m not mad at soccer. I’ve just had other things on my mind. Longtime readers know I lost my father last fall and in the aftermath I’ve had to circle the wagons around… me. As a result, perhaps I’ve sort of cut myself off from (non-work) creative endeavors. A little over-insulation, if you will. Plus, there’s Laura’s First Rule of Blogging: if you don’t have anything to write, don’t write. So I didn’t.

Sure, I could’ve tried to score a few easy hits with some snark about the Portland Thorns FC t-shirt “controversy.” Instead, I just created a whole website about it.

Then there’s the “The 2015 Women’s World Cup will be played on artificial surfaces” deal, but that’s easily summed up:

FIFA doesn’t give a s*** about women’s soccer. /blog

So although I haven’t had much to write about, I did try to spruce the joint up a little. And I updated a bunch of my other websites (blatant shill alert):

protoolsninja.com – posted some new original tunes

prowomenssoccer.com – Home of the American Women’s Futbol League* (AWFL)

crylikealittlegirl.com remains the same, though. Sometimes you just shouldn’t mess with perfection.

With the NWSL season right around the corner I’m sure I’ll have snark to share soon enough. Especially if the league’s time-delayed re-tweetin’ spamfests continue.

For those wondering why I have a fake soccer league up on prowomenssoccer.com, I bought the domain so no one else could get it and hold it for ransom. Maybe someday there will be a pro women’s soccer league and they’ll need a domain. Oh, wait.