To say that I have had an interesting year and a half has been an understatement. For all intents and purposes it has been the most impactful and intense year and a half of my life. Back in the fall of 2011 I sat moping around in my barracks room of Great Lakes Naval Base, pissed off that there were no resources for me, for my friends, for anyone who was LGBT in the military. Honestly I was pissed off that the repeal of DADT didnt really mean shit other than the fact that I could be "out". I couldn't be "in" honestly even if I tried. For me being pissed off was an inward thing. If I ever got angry at anything I didn't like to show it. I would try to not let it interfere with my life. After all, who was I to complain about how we were treated, or the lack of resources, since I had been in the Navy for less than a year? Compared to the other countless numbers of people who had gone before me? How dare I feel frustrated? To be perfectly frank, I was just plane over it. I was over not being able to hold my girlfriend's hand at the Fourth of July celebration on base. I was over feeling like I had to downplay who I was and where I had come from. I was over worrying that my haircut, the way I acted, the way I carried myself weren't "feminine" enough. That I always acted "too much like a dyke." I was over feeling ashamed.
Most of all I was over the fact that there was NOWHERE to ask for help. Hell, if I had any question at all about how to navigate in the military as an obvious lesbian I was pretty much shit out of luck.
It was that frustration above everything, above seeing my friends struggle, above seeing the frustration in my girlfriend's eyes as I shied away from her hand on base, above sitting back and waiting for national policy to come around, that prompted me to finally stand up.
It was that act of standing up, that act of calling yourself out, that act of saying "enough", that was the turning point. For the first time in my life I felt empowered. It was like coming out again, but in a more profound way. I had been "out" for years prior to enlisting. That entire time I hadn't ever had the courage to actually stand for something. I always assumed the work would be done by someone else. I was wrong. The work is done by each of us. Each of us are responsible for this movement. Each of us bear the same responsibility. Each of us have the capability to step up, to take a stand, to open their mouth and add to the chorus of voices that have gone before us for the greater good.
A year and a half ago the stars aligned and, with the help of amazing people, organizations and a very, very forward thinking command, we started GLASS. It boggles my mind that there wasn't a gay-straight alliance in the Military before us. To this day, after the commands that have active chapters, after the emails and phone calls we receive every week asking for help, after the dozens of bases in the process of starting up GLASS chapters, it boggles my mind that no one else did this before us. Who were we to start this? What right did a group of three E-3 sailors have to walk into our Captain's office and tell him about this crazy idea? We were just like every other Sailor or Marine or Airman fresh out of bootcamp: scared and unsure and completely unaware of what would happen next.
After our first meeting with the CO of Great Lakes, FC3 Liz Greenwood, FC2 Beau Brisco and myself hurried out of our Captain's office, speechless, shaking with excitement and gave each other a three-way hug. We had taken the first step. I have learned in time that that first step wasn't the start of a sprint, but of a relay, with many many different people.
We continue this relay today. Our organization has grown and many many others have taken on the responsibility of standing up, of speaking out and of putting their money where there mouth is. I never thought I could be as proud and as humbled as I am today. I never thought I could feel the bond and share the joy and frustration and fear and hope that I have with my fellow servicemembers in arms.
This blog, like many other things we are working towards with GLASS and other organizations, is a tool to reach out and connect with that sailor who feels alone. That airman who is afraid to come out. That marine who doesn't know how to navigate the red tape. This is for you. Thank you all.
-FC2 Ann Foster
GLASS Founder
GLASS President USS MILIUS/ DDG 69
I'm glad to join this blog. Believe me. current LGBT servicemembers might have it tough in many ways, but I am from a generation that lived in constant fear of being found out. That did happen personallly 26 years ago, and even with an Honorable Discharge from the Marines, the whole procedure scarred me for life. A couple of months ago something major set off all the trauma all over again. I began having flashbacks, anxiety attacks, depression, and crying spells. It got so bad that I started screaming at work and had to lose some days off without pay. I went twice to the VA hospital emergency room. It was truly petrifying. Now with therapy and medication, I am starting to get my life back. I have been diagnosed with PTSD. Now so many things over the years make sense as to problems I have had. Why am I sharing all this?? [Of course it is personal, but others have gone through the same thing also.] I very much want to reach out to other LGBT military and vets. My own experiences are something I can share with the younger generation. If anyone wants to comment, please do, as I hope none of us gay people have to suffer so much ever again. From a former Sergeant of Marines. Semper Fi!
ReplyDeleteBarry, thank you so much for sharing part of your story with us. As time goes on we are trying to grow this community where people can open up and share their experiences or find help and support from others. As a Sailor, and especially one who has really lucked out with open and supporting commands, I can not even imagine what it must be like to be a gay person in the Marines even now. There are so many more hurdles to overcome still in our military culture. Know that if you need anything that we can be here to help even if it is just lending an ear. Cheers to you.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Ann. I appreciate your kind words. Even after all that happened to me, believe it or not, I wish I were young again and could get back into the Marines. I will never forget the cohesion and true feeling of that band of brothers bond I felt in Marine NCO school in Millington, TN in 1985. I look forward to seeing your group grow. By the way, I saw one of your tee shirts above. Cool. I could even wear that openly in New York City with pride. I was at Camp Johnson at Camp Lejeune for a two week Reserve Admin Course in 1984. Got my USMC tattoo there in Jacksonville, which I love to show off with pride. All the best.
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