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What's in a Label? Oppression!
bdown.gif (1459 bytes)Intimacy and Self-Esteem 

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Men's Touch - A Gift For Healing 

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What is Intimacy Between Men?

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Reader's Response

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My Family Of Men
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What's in a Label? Oppression!    
an editorial

Once upon a time, and a very good time it was, people loved each other freely, regardless of their gender: men and women, women and women, men and men. They often used affectionate touch to express their caring. Those who felt especially close would share sexual energy as an expression of the heart. It was understood that the genitals are an outer manifestation of the inner heart energy, so sexual arousal was a joyous sign of deep caring and connection.

Then some religious leaders realized they could gain enormous power over people by convincing them their sexual expression was shameful and sinful (unless it was used to make babies). By cutting people off from their natural, heartfelt, erotic impulses, and requiring them to come for "forgiveness of their sins," they gained incredible control of people's minds and bodies (and wallets!). So only man-woman erotic contact was deemed acceptable. Same-gender eroticism and even simple, physical affection became highly controversial, secretive, and were labelled "sick," "perverted," "queer."

In the 19th century, a German physician coined the very clinical term "homosexual" for those men and women who still, in spite of the enormous social stigma, express same-gender love erotically. As this terminology gained popularity in the medical profession, people felt forced to adopt a "sexual orientation" label — either the "normal heterosexual" or the "abnormal homosexual." Note that the emphasis here is on sexual expression; yet the effect was to make even overt affection highly suspect. So men in particular have been forced by this religious/medical labelling to become much less intimate and affectionate with each other, shutting down our natural loving impulses.

People had to fit into one of two boxes: "normal" or "perverted." Those who still wished to express same-gender affection or eroticism were forced into a shadowy, underground world, which reinforced the feeling of being shameful and dirty. Thus, furtive sexual encounters too often replaced open-hearted man-to-man affection and erotic loving.

In the last thirty years, enormous progress has been made toward bringing same-gender love and eroticism out of the shadows of shame. Gay liberation has been very successful in asserting that "we" are as good as "they" are. But there still is one large problem: most of us still accept unquestioningly that there is an "us" and a "them." Most people still feel forced to make a choice of "lifestyles" — gay or straight. (A few brave renegades adopt the label "bi," and thus risk being outcast from either community.) Many men who choose the label "gay" or "queer" have felt a need to migrate to large urban areas for mutual social support, and for protection from violence and discrimination. These ghettos have been very useful in helping us find each other and find our common voice and strength. Yet now, in the late 90s, as many non-gay men are exploring and questioning and opening up, the ghetto
mentality is getting in the way of our connecting on a heart level with the very men we thought we should fear.

I believe our fundamental assumption about affection and eroticism needs to change, to reclaim the innocence of "Once upon a time . . ." I believe it’s really all "us." Deep down inside we are all vulnerable creatures yearning to love and be loved, to be accepted, to be touched and pleasured, to know one another deeply, including erotically, regardless of gender.

Those of us who knew at an early age that we loved men have been deeply wounded by the social stigma, and still carry those wounds. Being bullied and beaten-up and called "sissy" and "faggot" when I was a boy still makes me feel guarded when I am in a group of men I assume to be "straight." At my inner-boy level, I fear for my safety. It's hard to let down my guard, to open up and let "them" know who I really am. This is my own "heterophobia".

So I can understand, when I learn that some of you who have been coming to Light Touch retreats for years may be feeling uneasy that the invitation to retreats is now going out to men of diverse sexual orientations - to "them."

Happily, as an adult, I have had many experiences with non-gay men who are openly affectionate, loving, and even sometimes erotic. I now know there are many men who, while primarily sexual with women, are open to, and even yearn for, close loving contact with men as well. Way back in 1973, at the tender age of 29, as I was just beginning to come out as gay, I heard about a men's group forming at the Berkeley Men's Center, near where I lived. I knew I needed to proclaim my true, queer self in a mixed group of men. It turned out I was the only gay man among the ten of us. We met weekly for nearly three years, and I felt totally accepted, respected, and loved by those men, which gave me a huge boost in self-esteem. When they learned that I was getting very involved with massage, they asked me to teach them about touch. One Saturday, we all got naked together, and for an entire day I led them in full-body oil massage. They loved it, and so did I. Twenty-five years later, I am still very close with one of those men, who feels like a brother; I am an "uncle" with his two teen-age kids. In addition, I have other "straight" men friends who freely share hugs, kisses (even out in public!), and sometimes erotic massage.

I know there are many men out there who do not fit the "heterophobic" stereotype of the uptight bigot/bully: men who yearn to explore more loving ways to be with other men. It is these men who will respond to our invitation. Of course, they may be shy or guarded at first. But think of the healing (individual, social, and political) that is possible as we welcome more men into our loving brotherhood!

I realize not all men who come to retreats are interested in expressing their brotherly love erotically. Yet others of us yearn for more holistic ways to express our sexuality with each other, and do not wish to be held back by less erotically open participants. So in the future I intend to offer different retreats with more or less erotic content, which will be clearly described in the promotional material, so men can have a clear choice. I hope in this way that the retreats can meet the intimacy needs of as broad a range of men as possible.

I'd really like to hear your thoughts and feelings about all this, and publish a discussion on the topic. Please e-mail me your comments at men.mail@intouch.bc.ca

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Intimacy and Self-Esteem
by Chris Bitten

As a member of a community of men engaged in deepening contact with other men, I have been thinking about the role of self-esteem in that process. The thoughts which follow are intended as an invitation to reflection and an offering of ideas for the growth of self-esteem.

How is self-esteem important to the development of intimacy? In receiving the caring attention of others, it helps if we feel worthy of that attention. If we believe we are not good enough, not attractive enough, or "not enough" in some other way, we may push aside the loving intentions of others: "Why is he being so nice to me?" Similarly, when we come to support other men, low self-esteem may cause us to undervalue what we have to offer. Both situations can create blocks to intimacy and a holding-back.

The integration of feminism and the loss of traditional gender roles have created self-esteem dilemmas for some straight men. Gay men may find it hard to maintain self-esteem in our often homophobic society, being told over and over again they are not enough and do not count or belong. Each message, like a paper cut, may be minor, but a thousand of them are not. If such toxic messages are not resisted, self-esteem suffers. Gay men may then find it hard to connect with straight men due to resentment, and with other gay men because of internalized homophobia.

Bisexual men may find they have the esteem and support of neither the gay nor straight community. And any man can have his self-concept eroded by the current popularity of male-bashing.

Self-esteem is not a fixed thing: it changes over time with our experiences and our changing attitudes toward ourselves. True self-esteem is an inside job: we believe in ourselves, our innate worth whether we are doing great things or not. If we have firm self-esteem (I like to think of it as a core) we value ourselves whether or not we have a job, whether or not our loved ones seem to be loving us back, whether or not we look our best.

In our society, we men are often encouraged to evaluate ourselves in terms of our accomplishments. For example, we feel great when we get a promotion, we feel lovable if someone dates us, we like ourselves better when we have lost weight. But this can be a trap; we are bound to go through times in our lives when the world does not reward us. Low self-esteem can result if it is based wholly on how other people treat us, on the good things that happen to us, or on the opinions of us that others offer. Other common traps are imagining that other people see us negatively without asking them for feedback, or harbouring their negative comments and tuning out their compliments. A depressing cycle of low self-esteem can be set in motion by such habits of thinking.

The road to self-esteem may have may twists and turns. Think for a moment of the two-year-olds you know. They seem to come equipped with firm sense of their importance and value, and they are often quite forthright about both. They are proud of their accomplishments, but don't hate themselves if they fail or just don't feel like performing. They may get angry and frustrated at the world's complexity and difficulty, but they don't see themselves as worthless as a result. That innate self-esteem is vulnerable, though. Probably you have witnessed the sad spectacle of a child's good feelings about self being eroded by critical or shaming parents or an overly-competitive school system. Such children get the idea that they are only acceptable or lovable if they do everything right, performing to the expectations of others: a phenomenon that may lead in adulthood to perfectionism and the constant seeking of approval. This in turn can produce a man whose self-esteem is wholly hooked onto his accomplishments rather than growing out of an appreciation of who he is (and simply that he is!): valuing doing over being. Shattering experiences in adulthood such as a messy divorce, an emotional illness, an addiction or the loss of employment can also impair self-esteem. Such traumas can result in unproductive self-doubt and self-questioning which is difficult to endure.

What helps when self-esteem is low? Here are some ideas:

boxer.gif (2798 bytes)I believe that nurturing our self-esteem is a form of healing, not just of ourselves but of others. A tolerant and loving attitude to self seems to attract others; perhaps they sense that we will have the same attitude towards them. In our work together as men, an offering of esteem toward ourselves and others will have a profound effect: the things that divide us—fear, competition, stereotypes, the poverty model of life, the illusion of separateness—cannot long be barriers.

Chris Bitten is a Registered Clinical Counsellor and holds additional certification in addictions, workplace-based counselling, and family therapy. He has a private practice in Vancouver, BC: (604) 687-8513

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Men's Touch - A Gift For Healing

An article by James Carder KING BEAR,
9408 83 St., Edmonton, Alberta T6C 2Z7

It's Thursday night, and I'm getting ready to go to my New Warriors group. I've been a New

Warrior since May 1995 and always look forward to our meetings, yet here I am with sweating palms, heartbeat racing, stomach tied in knots, a feeling of fear so strong I could piss myself. My first thought is that I've got the flu, so I better call someone and tell them I can't make it. But this is an old pattern of mine: if men really knew who I am they would reject me. What is it that I don't want them to see or know about me? The truth is that I feel needy and that makes me uncomfortable. It's my belief that as a man I must live my life in silent desperation, because to ask for help or comforting is a sign of weakness. Deep in my heart I know this is bullshit, so off I go, to face my demons and let other men see my fear and hopefully help me heal.

I am in a safe sacred place. As I glance at each man I tell them silently that I trust them, and am ready to show them my pain and neediness. I begin to talk, I tell them how since my separation from my wife (I had hidden this information from my group up to now), I no longer feel loved, my body and I are disconnected, and I am numbed out. I want to get in touch with my body. I want to be reenergized. I am suffering from touch deprivation, and would they please touch me all over my body. I lay myself out flat on the floor, the men surround me and gently start caressing me. My first thought is how gentle their touch is, and I start to relax. All of a sudden I feel a deep sadness, tears are washing my face, but I can't make a sound. I am no longer in this room, I am in my bedroom, where I go to be alone with my grief. I've taught myself to not make any noise, nobody can know, it's my silent scream for help that no one hears. The sadness envelopes me, its pain overwhelms, I don't want to be alone anymore. I am back in the room with the guys, embarrassed by my tears I sit up and open my eyes. I make a choked effort to explain what happened. I see tears streaking down other men's faces. I did not mean to upset them, and tell them so. They inform me that my sadness and tears help them to get in touch with their own grief, that this process has been a gift to them. I can now let them see all of me, and that I will need more touching/healing again. I am told that my grief and sadness is welcomed here, I feel loved again, and make a commitment to ask them for what I need.

Two months pass and again I feel the need to let the men touch me, the old feelings of fear and unworthiness return. This time I am bolder, there is no need to hide or be embarrassed, I am willing to make my request. As the men begin to touch me I can feel their breath and body heat form a mist around me; once again I am in a safe and sacred place. The mist becomes a gentle breeze circling around me like a satin overcoat, and then turns into a web, and the web becomes a cocoon. I choose to stay in the cocoon, and let myself metamorphose into a new me. Afterwards we talk about this vision, and how different this experience is from the last one. I feel energized, loved, and transformed—this time my tears come from joy. Last week I had the privilege of once again being the recipient of being touched; this too was a new adventure. This time one of the men played a beautiful piece of music—it was very spiritual and mystical. As my body was being caressed, I was transported to another place. I was in a green field, ants started to crawl up my body. At first there were just a few, then hundreds all over me. They appeared as worker ants, each one was carrying something off me. I realized they were cleaning off all the scars, and tarnished parts. I began to shine this radiant gold color. When the music stopped I returned back to this room filled with love, joy, and hope. I looked at each man giving a smile and thanked them for helping me heal; their smiles and sparkling eyes told me I was welcome.

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My intent for writing this article was to face my fear of opening up to men I don't know and letting them see me, the real me. Also to share the power, magic, healing, and intimacy that touching and being touched can bring. So all you guys out there step up and face your fears, ask for what you need, the rewards are all you can imagine. Maybe some day I'll have the honour of touching or being touched by you.

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What is Intimacy Between Men?

[For those of you who missed our Summer Issue, here is a summary of our lead article (which is an invitation to you to enter a written dialog with other readers of this Quarterly), followed by some readers’ responses.]

w_mit_bk.gif (2905 bytes) is committed to exploring and supporting real intimacy between men. But what is real intimacy? What do men really want? What do you really want?

Here’s a simple self-inquiry exercise you can do to investigate your own thoughts and feelings on that topic, and then (if you wish) send a summary of your most salient discoveries to

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It’s easy to do. Just ask yourself a series of questions, then record your answers on paper or on tape. The idea is to ask yourself each question several times and immediately record your first thought or feeling without editing or censoring yourself. Just notice what first comes up and record it.

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The questions follow a pattern:   

  1. With regard to intimacy (or "closeness" or "love") with men, what do I want?
  2. With regard to (etc.), what do I fear?
  3. With regard… what do I object to?
  4. With regard…what do I avoid?
  5. What do I hope?
  6. What do I expect?
  7. What do I intend?

If you want to dig deeper into yourself, either at the same sitting or at a later time, try the same questions, but substitute specific males in your past or present life. For example:

"With regard to intimacy with Bobby (a boyhood friend) what did I Want? Fear? Hope? Avoid? Etc."

"With regard to love with Dad, what do/did I Want, etc."

Consider running the questions with regard to other significant males in your life: brother(s), uncle(s), son(s), friend(s) from various periods of your life.

Hang out with the questions floating in the back of your mind for several days to a couple of weeks. Come back to your notes/recording and see what you might add or modify. Notice your dreams and reveries. Then review it all with an eye toward patterns. See how focusing on these specific relationships has influenced your view toward men in general.

Then consider writing a summary about what you learned about what’s important to you in close, intimate contact with other males. What surprised you? Does it change your image of yourself, or your understanding of male relating?

We’d love to publish your findings! (You may, of course, delete or alter names as you wish to protect privacy. We may edit for brevity.) Thank you for contributing to all of our understanding in this important area of human relating!

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Reader’s Response

Contributed by Eric Lichtman, Miami, heartbear2@yahoo.com

Several times I have contemplated this topic, and it is one that in the past has interested me; now it is buried for some reason. Why, I wonder. Here are some general thoughts on the topic, with some specific, personal responses:

In-time-acy for me involves a feeling or resonance, a certain rhythmic appreciation. It involves a being touched—this can be achieved in meditation, in a moment in nature, at a classical music concert, in a deep sharing or communion or thoughts with another (or self), or simply a camaraderie—say, with a men’s group or a group project at work. Massage, being bodily kneaded in some way, can be a direct way to access intimacy, but any of the senses (including thinking) can serve as an opening to intimacy. This intimacy has always been there, and what’s being massaged are the obstacles to appreciating, feeling, or being with this in-time-ness that has never left us—the belonging (for that which we so long). This may sound like some Buddhist primacy or knowledge, or some primordial being—i.e., the home or base we have never really left—but this is my experience, as well as a view.

In practice, I wonder if this is really, always true for me. You would have to ask my close male friends. But this is the matrix from which my further comments on intimacy will spring:

  1. The intimacy I wish for with men is the same as those with those who are non-men (women, children, those dying, those who have died, those not yet born, and those never to return). I suppose it could include the world of non-human species, too. Closeness, even with difference or separation.
  2. I fear violence from men, a certain kind of competition, a crudeness, a brute strength, and a not-seeing of what I consider to be of value. Much of this seems to relate to my bisexual orientation and my response to male, heterosexual conditioning, worldwide (but mostly perceived and experience during my growing up on the US/West Coast in 1950s, 60s & 70s.
  3. I object to my objectifying them (i.e. men) as other.
  4. I avoid football, and certain kinds of confrontation that do not seem productive (I get quiet, small, and wait until I am in "my own space" of intimacy again).
  5. I hope to let go of more of my baggage with men, as the same gender, and as the same human (as other), and as a rejection of certain aspects of being.
  6. I expect that this question of intimacy with men is really more about intimacy with being.
  7. I intend to continue in some aspect of "Men’s work" so as to catch the fly balls, or tack the issues (if I could find which man has the ball—maybe we all do!) as they come up. I think a men’s group can support honesty and integrity in dealing with such questions that wmitq_bk.gif (4082 bytes) invites. This I have (belong to) in South Miami.

Some final thoughts: It’s our ideas of what men are, how men can be, how men are conditioned—anatomically, culturally, historically, etc.—that are most important for me to illuminate. It’s challenging enough to be close to a partner (male or female) in ongoing significant ways. Are the issues of intimacy any different if we are linked romantically or sexually or spiritually or vocationally, etc. to one another? I don’t think so—love is love, wherever we find it, and love equals intimacy.

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My Family Of Men

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When I attended my first ltretrt.gif (1993 bytes) in 1989, I was there as a gift to myself. After several years of working to recover from any number of addictive behaviors which had been short circuiting my life, I wanted to take a break. Among the things I'd been doing was attending Body Electric School of Massage, and there I'd met Doug Fraser, who was one of my instructors. Doug sent information about a ltretrt.gif (1993 bytes) that he and someone called "Sequoia" were doing.

That retreat changed my life. I'm by nature an extremely shy person, so attending the retreat was a tremendous stretch for me. I had no idea what to expect and certainly was suspicious of anyone living in California whose name was the same as a tree. I loved and trusted Doug however, and took the chance.

Men that I met on that first retreat are still among my most valued friends, even more than friends, they are my family of choice. I have attended all but two of the retreats since that first one, as a participant, and in the last few years, since Doug's passing, as a co-facilitator with Sequoia. The men I've met, and the love, support, and life lessons I've received from them are uncountable.

I continue to be amazed at how much healing can happen within a circle of men who are simply given the chance to speak from the heart, to touch from the heart, and to enter into a quiet space within their own hearts. This is my vision of what happens at our retreats.

My Family of Men continues to expand outward with each retreat, newsletter, and, these days, even over the Internet!

We're preparing a space for a warm winter retreat here in the Southwest, (for you men in the colder climes), and my circle of Men in my hometown of Phoenix is becoming larger too! I look joyfully forward to the continued loving support of Men in Touch. Many Blessings...

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