‘I finally know now, as I easily knew then, that the most important thing is love. It doesn’t matter in the slightest whether that love is for someone of your own sex or not. Gay issues are important and I shall come to them in a moment, but they shrivel like a salted snail when compared to the towering question of love. Gay people sometimes believe (to this very day, would you credit it, young Stephen?) that the preponderance of obstacles and terrors they encounter in their lives and relationships is intimately connected with the fact of their being gay. As it happens at least 90% of their problems are to do with love and love alone: the lack of it, the denial of it, the inequality of it, the missed reciprocity in it, the horrors and heartaches of it. Love cold, love hot, love fresh, love stale, love scorned, love missed, love denied, love betrayed … the great joke of sexuality is that these problems bedevil straight people just as much as gay. The 10% of extra suffering and complexity that uniquely confronts the gay person is certainly not incidental or trifling, but it must be understood that love comes first. This is tough for straight people to work out.’ (Fry, 2009)
I had heard about Stephen Fry’s letter to himself a few years ago, but I hadn’t read it. When it was published I was 17, recently out and beginning to understand what being gay meant. Although I was being criticised by my peers for making everything in my life about my sexuality, they were doing it too, however unaware of it they were. As Fry says later in his letter, ‘straight people are encouraged by culture and society to believe that their sexual impulses are the norm’. I was then openly exploring something that wasn’t the norm, but to a lesser degree than they were. Most of my friends were in relationships, one of my closest being in a relationship with a guy no one knew about, or had been in relationships. I was the awkward single one, starting to get involved in the gay community, but not feeling confident enough to actually be on my own.
Nothing much has changed. I am still single, with some of my friends being in relationships. Some are recently single, but I, it seems, am the eternally single one. That’s not to say that I resent others for being in relationships, but my ideas of relationships are very different and not realistic. With thanks to films, music and books, I have a preconceived idea of relationships. Although they differ, they all tend to be the same. The two people are bought together and realise that they are perfect for each other. Is that realistic? Or is that just a idealistic version of relationships?
Works Cited
Fry, Stephen (2009) ‘Stephen Fry’s letter to himself: Dearest absurd child’, The Guardian [Online]. Available at: http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2009/apr/30/stephen-fry-letter-gay-rights (Accessed: 20 March 2013)