Reflection of a Faceless Woman
It started 4 years ago, the dream started with myself and the life I thought I would have with my ex fiancé when all of a sudden the dream we’ve both had turned into something that came surprisingly, but also something that I always knew I was hiding deep down inside of my heart. I never wanted to give it any thought; I forced myself not to let my mind drift to the thoughts that didn’t leave my mind. As whenever my boyfriend would touch me in places I wanted to vomit. As I would feel his tongue enter my mouth. I would focus myself not to pull away because in some way I did want this. I loved this guy with all my heart. Wanted a family and built a home with him. We were together 2 years, but as the time went on I started to feel different within myself. I didn’t feel like I fit into this picture that I have helped created with him. I no longer could see us being married, or the kids we both so badly wanted.
It’s one-day that I typed out this email to him and it I expressed myself in ways I never thought I would.
Dear Chase
The words that I always wanted to say just never could reach my mind, when you look into my eyes I know it says forever, but deep inside I feel that our story has come to an end. I know this might hurt you and perhaps one day we would find our way back to each other, because I will love you for as long as my heart would let me.
Being with you has taught me a lot about who I am, with you I didn’t have to pretend you accepted me for who I was and that was all I ever wanted, someone to look at me and see someone real, someone to be loved and to love you back. You have given me apart of your heart and I just wish I could have given you more than what you deserve.
As for this, this isn’t me saying goodbye for good, but this is me saying I want to be happy within myself.
As the email was sending off to him I never received any reply. He disappeared from my life since that day. But it wasn’t just because I had to let him go, or me breaking his heart. No it was about me being afraid of what my dream was telling me.
This dream seemed to be so real. The way I met her, the way everything in that dream turned from the husband I once had to the fact there was now a woman replacing him.
Four years of having this dream, it seemed someone was sending me a sign that I was sitting on something big where my orientation was concern.
The near fact that I could actually not be completely straight.
She was there always, her red hair, all I know is I can see her, feel her, touch her, but I have never seen her face as I would anyone else.
And it bothered me because I cant see her face, I want too I force myself too see if I can touch her shoulders and if she would turn around to face me, but never.
It’s a recurring dream that would constantly come in the last few years.
I always dream of this woman who has no face, however, I have a feeling that I know her. This dream keeps coming back. Just the locations would always change, but it’s always the same woman I dream about.
Face in dreams is a symbol of identity. When you see a faceless person in your dream, it may mean that there is a person that confuses you. He or she may be showing you mixed signals and you fail to identify the real intention of this person up to this moment. This dream may also mean you are hiding things about yourself and you have fears that they will be exposed. This is how I interpret dreams such as this one.
So for all this time i'm asking myself what am I confuse about. Who is she? Will I meet her? Will I one day come to terms that truthfully I am a lesbian myself.
The first year after my relationship with Chase ended I started to dig deep, I start asking a friend of mine some questions because I had no one else to talk to about this.
I was scared to be gay; I was scared to feel things for a woman. Yet deep down I always had this emotion that I surely am not completely straight.
Its months later that I had my first encounter with a woman online and through our conversations I started to feel things I have never in my life felt for a guy. She just lit me up, sending butterflies and all those things I use to hear women talk about. I’ve never felt this and it got me scared, because I was slowly developing feelings for her that I wanted more of her and the more I wanted the deeper the emotions felt that I scared myself and run away from the intense feelings she was giving me. That one night I called up my ex Chase and ran into his arms.
This is where I got my answers. This is where I finally accepted that this is who I am, who I have always been.
I was born this way, but I was trapped within myself. For 18 years I was living a lie. A lie that slowly, but surely ate me up from deep inside.
The fact i’m still living inside the closet hoping that one-day I will have enough courage to be myself. To love myself for whom I am. That it doesn’t really matter who I love, or who i’m with, but that I’m complete with my own self.
So many of us are out there, we hide under our fears.
I like how Ricky Martin said it in his book, “ From the moment I wrote the first phrase, I was sure the book was the tool that was going to help me free myself from things I was carrying within me for a long time. Things that was too heavy for me to keep inside. Writing this account of my life, I got very close to my truth. And this is something worth celebrating.”
That’s Ricky’s voice.
This is my voice; this is what I knew I always was. Even though people work so hard to get me to otherwise.
A Lonely Closet
It’s been a hard and lonely period
Coming to this stage
Where everything inside
Gets clostaphobic
I can stand the stench
The feeling of not
Knowing what to wear,
I start to think
Just what if I unpack
All my clothes
And run through
My lonely closet
Where I'm more lost
And alone to get out,
Scared of the things,
The words that may hurt
Deep leaving scars
Upon my heart.
A lonely closet,
But it shouldn't be
If you just take
Your own leg and left it out.
Hoping that it won't
Get butchered by
The ignorance of humans.
As I slowly climb out
One by one leaving
My door open.
Hoping that once
I'm out I won't
Get shut out.
But I can't sit in this
Closet alone forever,
I want to enjoy
The fun with other
Like-minded humans.
Who would love me?
No matter what.
That's when I'll
Empty my closet.
Or I could safely kept
In my head and heart
Behind the closet door
To describe me you see
I am a woman,
I am a daughter,
I hope to be a mother,
I am a human being
I don't have a lifestyle,
I have a life
Why do we have labels?
Such a neat and tidy label
To paste on me.
It doesn't begin to describe
All that I am
But it could make you change
The way you see me
The way your expectancy
About me
That being bisexual, to me,
Means love without boundaries.
Loving someone for the person they are
And I really don't give a damn,
How you may think that sounds
I love a person, not a gender
I know that you find this
So very hard to comprehend
But if I try to explain myself,
Would it matter?
If I told you I was gay,
Would you understand?
I’m no longer trapped I know who I am. I slowly have let people know that I am different. But that fear of losing my closets friends would always hold me back from coming out completely.
I can tell one thing it took me 2 years to accept myself completely as being gay. I was the most happiest and also found love in the last 2 years and yes hearts gets broken its just a way of life.
“I thought, well, this is just the phase bit. Sooner or later I'm going to start finding men attractive. I never did. As I became more attracted to women, and I still wasn't getting attracted to men, I thought, shit, you're gay. And it was really quite a shock when it hit me.”
With time, someone who is gay will realise that not only are they sexually attracted to members of the same sex, but that this attraction is not transitional. This realisation could come at any time during their lives. Many people become aware of gay feelings during their teenage years, as this is when they begin to learn more about their sexuality and identity. However, the difficulties associated with accepting these feelings and coming out mean that many gay people don't identify themselves as gay until much later on in life.