Monthly Archives: April 2013

B.G. 1.0 + 2.0, Volleyball Team, New York City

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

B.G. 1.0 + 2.0, in their own words:
“Gotham (n)

a journalistic nickname for New York City

a village proverbial for the foolishness of its inhabitants

How appropriate then that we all are a part of a gay volleyball league in the great city of New York. Once a week we battle on the court for glory, medals, and – most importantly – the chance to say “suck it!” at the nearby bar afterwards. It’s an immensely fun experience: the friendly competition, the silly emails, the awesome photos, and the creative team names– everything from punny to honorary. But for most of us, being part of a gay sports team is anything but frivolous.

As most gay men will attest, it’s difficult to meet people outside of bars, clubs, and websites, and how often do any of those relationships develop into rewarding friendships anyway? As part of a gay sports team, you become part of a society filled with people from all sorts of occupations and of all lifestyles and ages. Sharing a mutual affection for a sport is a solid foundation for a friendship to develop, and the team camaraderie generated by the competitive drive to win is an instant catalyst to those relationships. Reveling in victories, sharing defeats, witnessing your teammates making incredible plays and learning how to work as one makes being on a team something that can’t be replicated and provides a social experience that we all cherish.

In every sense, the environment created by being a part of a gay sports team is a healthy place. Volleyball is an athletic sport, and once a week you can work up a sweat, abandon your stress, and step outside of yourself in an arena where drugs and alcohol are not needed – a rare commodity indeed. For some, it’s a place to abolish their own internalized homophobia. For others it’s a place to face their childhood fears of gym class and develop a strong identity in an athletic setting that is safe and supportive. Some use it to redefine for themselves what masculinity means – whether that means embracing gay stereotypes, or shattering them. For some it’s as simple as getting a chance to be active every week or to flex a creative muscle when designing the team logo or uniform. Some just want to show off, some just want to meet guys and some just want to win. It can be as uncomplicated as you want it to be, and as meaningful as you make it.

Being a part of a gay sports team gives us something to look forward to each week, something that makes us smile when we think about it, and most importantly, a sense of belonging. In a predominantly heterosexual society it’s easy to feel like we are alone. Our team represents how we are many, we are different, we are present and we are awesome.

Ultimately, celebrating our community in an active, healthy, and engaging way is the foremost reason why being on a gay sports team is important to us.”

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

Reinier, Graphic Designer, Panama City

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

Reiner, in his own words: “I used to think being gay, meant about rejections from the people you love, about the body, about parties, about sex and I was really scare about it but now I know that being gay its much bigger than that, it’s about being who you are no matter what, it’s about to loving yourself and always be proud.

Coming out for me was really easy and I’m very lucky I have the must wonderfull mother I can ever ask for, and I thought will be harder then that because I was comparing with my other friends experiences and I told her because I was in a relationship, I was traveling all the time and I was sick of so many lies, so I decided to make her part of my life and was a very emotional momment.

I was really scared and with my brother there to support me and I told her and she was like “so? what you expect me to do? You’re my son I have to love you no matter what” and she started to cry when she was talking, then my brother was crying too, and she hug me and told me “no matter what I will be here for you, because I love you and I am proud of you” and the very next day she was treating me like always just like my brothers, my dad and my friends when I came out with them.

So my story doesn’t have drama or hate and that’s why I feel lucky and proud to be gay. When it’s about to be gay in Panama its kind of hard because there is a lot of gossips and jealousy in this country, that’s why I refuse to let those with dirty feet walk through my mind, and just be happy.”

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

Justin, American Studies Student, New York City

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

photo by Kevin Truong

Justin, in his own words: “In the most literal sense, being gay is just an attraction to someone of the same sex. And, in one regard, for me at least, being gay is just that. But when you consider how much our sexuality dictates how we act and dress and speak and live, I think that being gay (or sexuality, in general) becomes something more. So on one hand, I think that being gay is just a fraction of who I am as a person. That is, I’m not just gay; I’m also a brother, a son, a friend, a student, etc. and I have goals and aspirations and wants and needs that have little to do with my sexuality. But on the other hand, that small part of me has had a significant impact on my person, and I’m always mindful of that.

The challenges that I’ve faced being gay have been largely internal. I’ve only come out in the last two years and, in that time, I struggled with what being gay meant for my identity. I think that there is a pretty generalized notion of what gay men look like or act like, and because I didn’t conform to those standards when I first came out, I felt like I wasn’t “gay enough.” And I think that this notion is even more pronounced in the black community; straight black men seem held to a standard of hyper-masculinity while gay black men (the inverse of straight black men) seem held to an opposite standard of hyper-femininity. Because I don’t see myself as either incredibly masculine or feminine, I’ve found it difficult to strike a balance between these two and present myself in a way that reflects this balance, so that I’m not trying to be super flamboyant and “twinky” in order to fit in with the gay community or so that I’m not trying to “butch up” to fit in with everyone else.

I guess that, in a way, this is my coming out story, since I still haven’t come out to some friends and family members, and I left some to infer that I was gay without making an official declaration.

But I first came out in my freshman year of college, after a friend of mine confided in me and told me that he was gay. It seemed cheap to keep my secret from him after he had been so open with me. So I told him, and I remember feeling free and relieved and secure. And I wanted to replicate that feeling, so I told everyone: my ex-girlfriend, my best friend from home, all of my friends at school, my brother, and finally my parents (all of whom claimed that they already knew). Nothing made me surer of my relationships than the outpouring of love and support from my friends and family after my coming out, and my only regret is that I had not told them sooner.”