There’s an apartment building that is downtown in Minneapolis which accepts applicants based on 30% of their income, and it’s not a trashy public housing high rise. It’s Nicollet Towers, on the south end of Nicollet Mall right across from the Hyatt Regency. I applied two years ago on a whim, kind of never knowing when they would call (if they ever did), and low and behold, they called this summer. I would have to make a trip down there, meet with them, provide all my income information, etc., and it just wasn’t going to happen. See, this is the problem…
You can’t move someplace with no money. You can’t leave a city like Duluth because there are no jobs here, which you need in order to save money so you can get out of here. I’m not moving to a new city with nothing except a few bucks and the clothes I can fit into a duffel bag. Not at this point in my life. I need some security and stability, and that leads to the other problem: the job situation down there. I must have sent my resume and called (and called and called and called) a dozen places. They’re not hiring. They haven’t been hiring for over a year. They’ve had to let people go. So now things are at an unusual playing field…the economy not only is terrible in Duluth, but in Minneapolis too. For those not familiar, Minneapolis is the ’safety’ run from Duluth. It’s always been a dependable place to look for jobs and, well, escape the nothing-ever-happens environment that has always been Duluth. But it looks as if nothing is happening in Minneapolis either, or so it seems, and as much as I wanted that nice studio apartment that would finally have been my own place with a fair rental program that I could possibly have looked at as permanent housing for the next decade or so, I had to say no. And as much as I hate having to live in a housing ‘project’, here are the facts: I am single male with very low income and no children. There are basically zero programs available for me if something were to happen financially where I could not help myself. I would much rather be poor in Minneapolis than poor in Duluth – there is a definite sense of hopelessness in Duluth that is almost palpable – especially if you are gay – you KNOW that you will never find community here because within six months you know who everyone is, and you realize another thing – they’re never leaving, and nobody new has shown up. If you’re not happy with what’s here right now, it must be understood that it will never change. This is what’s here. In Minneapolis, there is a feeling (whether it’s real or perceived) that things are constantly changing, there is some sort of hope that even though things might suck right now, they might not in six months, so just roll with it and see what happens. I feel like I might have a shot at a normal life in a place that has more than six or seven gay people who aren’t on drugs or aren’t three times my weight or aren’t 20 years older than me.
But then reality hits: what about all those gay guys I know in New York or Chicago or other cities that seem so promising who have the same luck that I have in Duluth? They seem to be trying also, and if they can’t find anyone where they live, what makes me think things would be different for me? That’s what scares me big time. Because when it really comes down to it, if I had a ‘partner’ (god I hate that term) here I would feel much better about being here (and those who think that says something about self-esteem, you’re right – considering that almost everyone here is straight, has kids and is married; I wonder how they would deal with being childless and not only single, but with over 99% of the available dating pool off limits). Yes, it does make life extremely depressing. I hate being in a place where I can basically count on being the only gay person anywhere I go, or if I do see anyone else who is gay, I already know them. Imagine life with no fun surprises, or imagine never having a young adulthood with those kinds of possibilities that makes life not only fun, but also boosts your feelings of sexual worth and desire. When everyone you are interested in don’t even notice you, after a while you lose all desire. In other words, what’s the point of doing anything in life if you feel you have no purpose in life and no future with anyone? Nobody wants to go through life alone, but it’s more than that. It’s feeling as if you have options. I don’t feel, as a gay person, that I have any options anywhere. Being part of a group that only makes up 2% of the population is not enough for me. I need variety. I need possibilities, I need to feel like I’m not stuck with someone just because he is gay and I am gay. But that’s exactly how I’ve felt ever since I came out. None of these guys are what I had in mind for a relationship. And I can’t deny it: being gay alone sucks. I laugh when someone asks me about gay marriage because I wouldn’t even know what it’s like to have someone in my life – I wouldn’t even know where to go to find him. Look at gay.com – both the Duluth and Minneapolis rooms are loaded with guys who have no photos, no profiles, and have no intentions of ever meeting anyone in public. We have a whole new group of gay men who are never coming out and have the best possible scenario to prevent them from growing up – the illusion that they are part of the gay community when they are merely shadows in a chat room where, after ten years of being online, nobody notices you anymore because they’ve already read your profile, they already have seen your photos, and they’re looking for the newest guy who just signed up today – so they can get to him before anyone else. When I came out at 15 I had no choice but to see real, live gay people from day one because there were no other options. So at least I had some lessons on interaction, socialization and visibility. Even with those social skills I STILL feel like I’m lacking in many ways. Imagine how many years (20 or 30?) these new guys will be spending trying to figure these lessons out – if you have nobody to encourage you to come out and deal with these things, you simply won’t. This is why heterosexual married men eventually go to the doctor, dentist, etc – because their wives MAKE them. Gay men who are alone have nobody to make them do anything, so they usually never do it. What’s the incentive? For a lot of these guys online, they ask why should they come out? They know their chances of meeting anyone are slim to none. They don’t realize though, that for all the hundreds of thousands of gay guys who are now staying at home and hiding online, it’s that many more guys that the rest of us will never meet, never know and never get a chance to fall in love with, making the pool even smaller than it is now.
So this morning (Saturday) I was up and ready to workout at 5. Forgetting the fitness center doesn’t even open until 7, and the buses don’t start running downtown until 7:30. So I waited and waited, finally I got down there and got right to business. With the marathon (http://mtcmarathon.org) in a week, I’m trying to really ramp up the cardio and get used to that repetitive activity so my body will recover better. So I was on that elliptical machine for – get this – 2 hours and 30 minutes. Were my legs sore? No. My back, neck and shoulder blades were in agony from holding onto the sides of the machine. Since I have so much music and video on my iPod, I don’t really get bored in the ‘cardio theatre’ which overlooks downtown, but it tends to be my self-therapy session where everything bothering me or any kind of discord in my life is dwelled on. The nice thing is, no matter how negative or depressed I feel walking in there, two later I somehow walk out with a clear head and not feeling nearly as manic. I really think there is something mentally stabilizing about exercise that puts everything into balance. I do like to get there early so I can enjoy the place to myself.
So I made it through another week of waking up at 4:45 in the morning. Today was a return to summer – it was 82 degrees and so gorgeous out that I had to get out as much as I could. I’m getting more excited about the marathon, but I’m looking at Minneapolis 10 day outlook on weather.com and the day of the marathon (Sunday, October 5th) calls for rain and 60 degrees. I’m hoping that it’s still very early and a lot could change in 9 days. I want it to be a nice comfortably sunny run.