Becoming an Ally

Be an Ally

There was a time not too long ago that I was very homophobic and enjoyed gay bashing. Over several years, I had put several gay people in hospital for simple gestures as just looking at me, or acting in a flaming manner that I felt (at that time) deserved a beating.

About four years ago, I met a lovely beautiful woman from Nova Scotia. Over several months we discussed in great detail about Gor and servanthood,  that we entered into a contract to explore the possibilities of her exploring being a slave.

It was a difficult transition for her, but one she sought to answer many questions she had. That Christmas, we traveled to Fredericton New Brunswick to spent the holidays with her family. At Christmas dinner, for the first time in My life, I sat across the table with an openly gay man. It was her son, someone she loved very much and someone I enjoyed talking sports and politics with.

Inside I really struggled with My fears and phobias. Looking back now, it was a turning point in My Life. This was someone that was welcoming, and I was in a relationship with a mother that loved her son very much. I knew that I had to change My attitude.

Upon returning to Ontario, a few months later, another person approached Me about training and teaching. She had been referred to Me by hosts of a local munch. I agree to take her on with the purpose of in the Future finding a suitable Master for her.

Through our conversations and visits to her home, I discovered that her parents were a lovely lesbian couple that have been together for 35 years. This was a new revelation for Me, and again I struggled inside coming to grips with My phobias and fears.

Around the same time, I met another gentleman at a local munch. He was new to the scene, but had heard from others that I was probably NOT the person he should be talking with. He was just coming out and was entertaining the thoughts of crossdressing with the end desire to become a transgender woman.

While moving a mutual friend, he shared with me how scared he was of Me. This was the final moment I knew I had to change My attitude and make amends. I knew my past ideals and perceptions were wrong, and I needed to change.

I talked with My girls, and decided to contact the local LGBQT community to contact those I had hurt and injured to make amends. One of My girls suggested I talk with her Staff Sargent at the Police services. During that meeting, it was brought to My attention that I could face possible assault charges if any wanted to press charges against Me. This was something I felt strongly about, and that I needed to apologize and make amends.

With the help of the gay community, over several weeks, I was able to meet, talk, share and ask forgiveness of several men I had assaulted and injured. I knew I could be charged, but this was something I needed to do. Each house I visited welcomed Me with open arms. There were tears, heartfelt sharing of emotions, and forgiveness. Parents wept, children thanked Me for visiting,  closure was given and accepted. No one wanted to press charges. No one wanted revenge. All they wanted was an apology.

The next few months, news of My visits spread throughout the LGBQT community. I was approached to join the tri-Pride Board of Directors about becoming an ally. I hesitated at first, but was encouraged that I had a story to be shared with many both within and outside the gay community. In the winter of 2010, I joined the Board of Directors of tri-Pride.

The statement at the top of this Blog is one I strive to do and encourage others. It is My journey of understanding, compassion and acceptance.

One thought on “Becoming an Ally

  1. awesome story, I never had a phobia of that sort. Always a straight male. Enjoyed the different twist a gay person sees life from.
    I cant imagine the weight that was lifted from your shoulders.
    Great decision.

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