‘I hate men who are superficial', he firmly says.
'Men who cheat and hurt each other. Who complain about injustice and use all kinds of excuses to avoid taking responsibility for their own behavior. In recent years I have worked very hard on myself. But that makes me feel more and more aversion to the gay community, where everything seems to be about sex and pleasure.’
'Men who cheat and hurt each other. Who complain about injustice and use all kinds of excuses to avoid taking responsibility for their own behavior. In recent years I have worked very hard on myself. But that makes me feel more and more aversion to the gay community, where everything seems to be about sex and pleasure.’
As I listen to him in silence, he lowers his mask for a moment and his sadness becomes visible. His loneliness touches me deeply because somewhere I recognize this feeling. In front of me is a man who has suffered a lot. Who is looking for connection, but has the feeling of being all alone.
He wants nothing more than to be heard and seen. Not having to carry it alone, but being able to rest with gay men who understand what he's going through. Because they went through it themselves. That's why he's interested in joining a men's group.
But with his pent-up anger, he keeps them at bay. His gaze is fierce, his judgment sharp. He would like to understand the other, but his judgment stands in his way. He hides his injury behind a wall of hatred. And he takes his negative experiences from the past into every new contact.
