While my thoughts today are inspired by the Oscar-nominated motion picture, “Call Me By Your Name”, it’s not a review of the movie.
About that, I’ve written that the movie “is stunning, sensual, and heartbreaking” and 22-year-old Best Actor nominee Timothee Chalamet “deserves the Oscar nomination and I could definitely see him as a front-runner”.
In “Call Me By Your Name”, it’s 1983 in northern Italy and Elio’s summer takes a tender turn when the 17-year-old meets and falls in love with a visiting 24-year-old American graduate student, Oliver, who’s there for six weeks working with his father.
It’s a friendship and romance that’s both approved and encouraged by Elio’s loving parents. Remember, this is Italy and the ages the story presents are more acceptable in Europe than it would be here in the United States — in the 1980s or today!
I’ve always been an out gay man even when it wasn’t popular as a high school and college student in small town Kentucky in Ronald Reagan’s conservative, “Christian Right” America.
For teenagers today, it’s much different than it was in the early-1980s navigating between being gay and living an open honest life when America and the world didn’t want us to be out of the closet.
My mother knew I was gay, but she still couldn’t always hide her concern with how life would be for me or with some of my decision making.
I remember one summer weekend before I started my sophomore year of college. We lived about 25 miles from my university and an older college student, who lived near campus, invited me there for the night. My mother was more concerned that I was spending the night with a guy than the fact that I might be taking part in underage drinking.
That first year of college living away from the watchful eyes of my parents was exciting for me as a teenager.
Decades later, I still fondly remember the butterflies I felt staring across the college dorm television room and locking eyes with the mustachioed student that came over and started talking to me. And, still vivid are the memories of meeting and spending the night with the divorced dad in my neighborhood that was ten years older than me when I was 19.
Those three encounters happened in a one-year time span.
While I’ve gone on to fulfilling and loving relationships in my adult life, they could never compete with the excitement and the loss of innocence for a naive kid experiencing the physical sensations of becoming a young man.
Watching innocent teenager Elio in “Call Me By Your Name”, in 2018, brought back the rush I felt on those exciting nights in 1983 and 1984. Now, as an older man, I felt a sense of happiness that those nights were definitely worth it.
Luckily, for all of us, things are changing.
In the age of social media, which pretty much covers the last decade of my career as a television meteorologist, and with my personal blog, my “private” life is played out in public.
That’s given me a forum to educate people on what it’s like to be part of the LGBT community. It shows people that we’re just like them — we work, we pay taxes, we cook dinner, we watch Netflix and movies, and so on.
It’s been very rewarding having mothers, grandmothers, and aunts reach out to me about how to handle their child or loved one’s “coming out” or being gay.
It’s better now because of the resources available online and in person for LGBT youth (and adults) questioning their sexuality or for parents and friends needing answers with PFLAG (Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays).
While acceptance is higher these days, there’s also the backlash that comes with that increased visibility.
The same freedom, strides, and public acceptance that LGBT people fought for and earned (some with their lives) are being stripped away with that hateful man sitting in the White House.
The venom Donald Trump spouted in the 2016 presidential campaign and in his first year in office has given some of his followers, that already had poisoned minds, the power to openly attack (verbally and physically) others based on their sexuality (real or perceived), race, religion, gender, and the list goes on.
Sadly, our transgender friends are the ones feeling the brunt of that hate.
I know that most of the people that read what I write access it through Facebook. And, according the site’s analytics, 72% of my Facebook followers are women and the ones that correspond and comment the most are straight.
While I want this to touch them, I really hope that this moves beyond my usual circle of readers because they are the ones that need to see it more. We all know someone that is LGBT and it’s likely that some of them may be questioning their life and future.
In today’s political climate, this is the perfect time for “Call Me By Your Name”.
I hope that any scared, alone, or questioning teenager or adult from any small town in America — whether it’s the backwoods of Alabama and Mississippi, the “Bible Belt” South, the wilderness of the Mountainous West, or the barren tundra of Alaska — can see “Call Me By Your Name” and know that it’s okay to have their own Elio moment, they’re not sick, and they deserve to find love and happiness!
Anthony
P.S. Now that you finished my thoughts, I’m sharing the Oscar-nominated song from “Call Me By Your Name”, “Mystery of Love” by Sufjan Stevens.
Also, here are three inspiring songs that got me through those days and nights in the 1980s.
“Never Surrender” — Corey Hart
“People are People” — Depeche Mode
“I Want Your Sex” — George Michael (Even in this risque song, George was singing about wanting to be “out and proud”!)
“There’s things that you guess/And things that you know/
There’s boys you can trust/And girls that you don’t/
There’s little things you hide/And little things that you show”