I learned how to avoid trouble

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I learned how to avoid trouble
I am Kostas. I was born and raised in Chalandri, which I’d call a middle-class
suburb of Athens. How do I understand my identity? Oh, that’s funny. I don’t
know, it’s very simple. I think I’ve always felt it, without understanding why, since
elementary school. It came very naturally at 12, 13, 14 in junior high. The
realization that I like men… it’s always been there, without even thinking about
it. I never experienced any tragic problems in my life related to my sexuality.
Maybe because the town I grew up in is a nice one, with good schools, and
the people in the surrounding area have a good level of education and high
standard of living in general, no issue ever led to particularly confrontational
situations. So we didn’t have any overt, explicit problems related to that.
I don’t think my friends in school or in my neighbourhood, or my relatives,
“knew” that I was gay. They suspected I was until I was out of school. And this
suspicion caused some trouble. I faced minor bullying, but not serious stuff that
dominated my life. As for bullying, well, I was picked on a lot because of my
glasses when I was a child. I’m 53 years old now. There was this intense bullying
about my glasses, but it was probably a combination of things. I was also a
student in the National Conservatory, and I was one of two children in my
entire middle and high school who went to this conservatory for classical music.
So all of this obviously made me stand out to my peers as a target for petty
bullying who may have understood on some level – even though they couldn’t
be sure – that I was probably gay.
In my community, there was no one else gay and out at the time. Yes, it
affected me, but not very strongly. In my home life, my father was the kind of
man who was interested in keeping trouble out of our little suburb. As long as
there was no trouble, everyone could go about their lives. So many things were
kept invisible, unspoken, not acknowledged. Never in his life – he passed away
about three years ago – he never addressed things in our personal lives, he
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preferred not to know. Of course, he knew something but wouldn’t
acknowledge it. Any time he found out about personal problems, he never got
involved. Whether it was about me or my sister, he just never really dealt with
our lives, he never opened up. He was rather afraid to address them. Yet, he
never went out of his way to make problems for us.
The problem was my mother. When she started to realize about me, when I
was around 16 to18 years old, she would often cause problems and yell. Not
anything like threatening to kick me out of the house, my mother would never
do that… but more like, just screaming and yelling. It was a pretty typical
situation, I would say… And to think–I was a teenager in the 1980s, and at that
point my mother thought that going to a therapist would make me better, cure
me of homosexuality. So she took me to a psychologist. Of course the
psychologist told her that I wouldn’t get better, because there’s nothing wrong
with me. But the psychology helped me regardless! It helped me find
self-confidence, and by the time I was about 20 years old, I was able to
accept myself, and stop caring what the people around me did and said.
But always, within suburbia, the unspoken message to gays was clear: we can
tolerate you if don’t flaunt it. And I guess that’s how I’ve learned to operate my
whole life. In downtown Athens, it’s a different story. Especially before the
metro, the distance from the suburbs to the center was significant. It took an
hour and a half to get to downtown Athens by bus. This distance allowed me
to be a different person when I was downtown… I could be more free with my
own friends, either from the Conservatory or later on in business, especially the
art business. So I didn’t experience intense bullying, but on the other hand, I
learned how to avoid trouble. When I saw things getting sticky, I would leave. I
didn’t want to get caught up in trouble so I learned how to avoid certain
situations and leave places before things escalated.
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The only time I didn’t avoid trouble was very recently, three years ago. Even at
my age, and I was outside of a theater of all places…theaters are supposedly
more enlightened places. Well, a man, not an actor, but a theatergoer,
attacked me both verbally and physically. This was the first time I have ever
experienced physical violence. He broke my glasses. He didn’t punch me, it
was more like scratches. I don’t know why, because it was completely
unprovoked. The play was over and the audience was filing out onto the
sidewalk. This man lunged at me directly, using familiar curses like faggot,
asshole, I don’t remember exactly what else. He scratched my face and broke
my glasses. And I still haven’t found out why he attacked me. We weren’t
totally unknown to one another. We weren’t friends, we’ve never even had a
coffee together, but he knows me from around. I know that he is, from what
others have said, something of a troubled person. But he doesn’t belong to any
extreme racist or fascist or Nazi groups or anything like that. I’m really very
curious to hear what he’s going to say in court, what kind of excuse he’s going
to give for himself. He’ll probably say that I have wronged him in some way,
but even if I did do something like that, he should have gone to his lawyer. If I
did something wrong, he could have tried to sue me or something. He’s got a
kind of hatred, an intolerance, inside him. Even though he’s not affiliated with
an organized group. Ultimately, I don’t know why he did it, what his reasons
were, and I don’t know if he really feels that he was acting against all
homosexuals. Maybe he wasn’t. He was against me, personally, and I haven’t
spent too much time sitting down to think through all of that.
The worst part isn’t that he did it. It wasn’t that he broke my glasses, stomping
on them out of rage, and the worst part wasn’t that I was covered in blood
from his scratches. The worst part was afterwards. I went to the closest police
station right away, Omonia – this infamously awful police station in Greece –
with an acquaintance who had witnessed the event. Well, the cops in that
station are who they are. So it’s the worst situation that can exist in Greece. We
know that for a fact. Of course they took my statement. They couldn’t ignore
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me when I was standing there with blood flowing. And I went the next day on
the advice of a lawyer to take a forensic examination and have it officially
recorded. But two or three days later, when that lawyer tried to obtain the
report from the police station, they wouldn’t give it to her. Eventually she got
the report, she was determined. Three years have passed and the case still
hasn’t been tried yet, but that’s a story for another day. Eventually, I will be
vindicated and put this whole experience behind me.
That was the only time I’ve been overtly attacked. Of course, I’ve heard things
directed toward me on the subway, for example, people out with friends
saying, “Oh look, he’s a faggot,” but I am completely indifferent that kind of
thing. I mean, I won’t engage them, I won’t even respond, because you don’t
know what people are like and you don’t want to escalate anything. But I
think the suburbs have changed too, they have gotten better over the years
and the younger generations are always much better. In my suburb, these
days, there is no issue. All the people of my generation know who I am. They
know all too well that I’m gay, and I don’t face anymore scrutiny than that. My
own classmates, who may have bullied me back in the day, are now
supportive and we can go out and have coffee and have no problems. But it’s
a good suburb. In one of my jobs, in the theater, I do hear things and see
some negative things, but I don’t have any problems.
Obviously, my parents, relatives, the friends of the family in our suburb – there
are so many of them living there – always avoided the subject in conversation,
of course they might have understood that I was different, but they never
would have addressed it directly with me or my parents. Out of politeness, out
of civic courtesy. And if they did broach the subject at all, they were very
vague, saying something like, “He’s different.” They didn’t even say anything
about Stavros Parava, when he was performing in a very flamboyant role. It
was none of their business. So they simply said that he was different. They didn’t
say it contemptuously, though. Obviously they didn’t approve, but I think they
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didn’t want to get into sensitive situations with a child of their own. Because I
think that in my area, my uncles and my parents’ friends thought of all of us kids
as their kids. So if there’s a difficult topic, we don’t touch it, and it doesn’t exist.
We cover it up nice and tight and don’t talk about it.
Now that I think of it, I can recall one positive incident. One of my many cousins
in the area where I grew up is frighteningly religious. He’s a little younger than
me, and he had five kids because he’s forbidden to use a condom, his wife is
forbidden to have an abortion. He has a child who is profoundly disabled. She
has no arms and no legs. This cousin always treated me coldly and in a very
distant way. He’d say ‘Hello’ and nothing else. For decades, he didn’t want
anything to do with making conversation with me. Never ever ever ever ever
ever. He always kept me at arm’s length. He didn’t want anything to do with
me, not even a hello. When he had the disabled child, many people criticized
him for not terminating the pregnancy. I had been away for two years, so by
the time I met this child she was almost two years old. And I said, “Let me hold
her, but show me how to hold her best, because without arms and without legs
I’m not sure the best way to hold her.” So he does and he asks me, “Does it
bother you that I had a child with these disabilities? Everyone says we should
have had an abortion.” I answered, “Whether or not you should have had an
abortion two years ago is none of my business. Now the child is here. She was
born like this. I, too, was born differently.” Since that day, our relationship has
grown deeper and we have become much closer.
Maybe I can say that’s a good way to grow up, we hid it and didn’t talk about
it. My parents’ and aunts’ generations even today prefer to ignore it. I’ll let
them… they’re 80 years old. There’s no point in throwing it in their faces. But it’s
not easy, even in this nice suburb, with its educated people, to go out holding
hands with my partner. That won’t be possible in my generation. The younger
generations are already doing it. I can see it. I’m just not going to do it in my
suburb, go out hand in hand with my partner. I’ll do it elsewhere, like in
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downtown Athens, no problem. But in my hometown I want to avoid problems,
avoid trouble, avoid gossip. I’d rather not have that in my life. Even if it means
I’m hiding.
As far as my professional life, I work in two industry and I won’t say that I am
gay in either. Of course some people can tell. I don’t say it directly because I
don’t want to lose clients. I work in tourism, and I would certainly lose jobs,
that’s for sure. If people spontaneously understand it, fine, I’m not going to
deny it anymore…But still, I can’t say it outright. Because business is business
and if I lose a job, we’re all gonna be in trouble.
Now in the theater industry, things are much more relaxed. There are two
components in the theater industry: the television people, who can also
participate in live theater, and then, the rest of the industry. Those who are just
in the theater have no problem, it’s old news. But the people who are on TV,
are afraid of the general public, so they are extremely closeted. Out of all the
big name actors in their 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s who are on TV right now, almost-half
of them are gay, and they don’t say it. Of course, I don’t want to name names
like that myself, it’s not my job to make those kinds of jabs. Let anybody say it
for themselves, if they want to.
There is only one TV actor who says it publicly: Kapoutzidis. There is no other out
TV personality. And still he gets a lot of flak for it, even with his prominence. I
think it’s about the general public. In live theater, there is a pretty narrow
audience. These are people who really love the theatre and don’t care if the
actor is gay. Television is another beast. Especially in Greece, TV is a scary
medium against gays. Scary even today. The way that journalists – real or fake
journalists – address everyday issues in the morning shows and the evening
shows is incredibly anti-gay, even if they pretend in some way to be
gay-friendly. These shows sensationalize rapists, and conflate them with being
gay…which they’re not, these are rapists of girls and women. But the shows
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build on this assumed connection between the rapists and the sexual perverts
and the gays.
Now, I don’t believe that a TV actor, male or female, will lose their audience by
coming out. Not anymore. Because people don’t really know the actor, it’s just
someone they see on TV. They see him playing a role on TV. The actors are
afraid, but the audience won’t change. Because people will forget about it
and they’ll focus on the role, not the actor. You don’t see an actor next to you,
he’s not your friend, he’s just someone you see on TV.
In Greece, I think our problem is in society, it’s on the streets. It’s a class issue.
One thing is Chalandri, another is Peristeri… or Korydallos. And certain LGBTI
people bear the burden of most of the harassment. The feminine gay guy or
the butch girl… these people are treated worse by society. The alleged gay
man who is macho is more tolerated by society. Anything else, society doesn’t
want to tolerate. So, people who are more visually noticeable have more
pronounced problems. But the street is a reflection of social issues. As are
schools of course. I mean, when you walk down the street and depending on
the area you will or will not face problems… It’s one thing to walk in the heart of
Kifissia, which is one of the wealthiest suburbs, which I don’t think anyone in
there has a problem with gays. The upper class don’t have a problem with gays
either. It’s a different experience to walk around in a working class
neighborhood. Because yes, politically, even the communist suburbs are
anti-gay. In Greece, the communist party is anti-gay, maybe so are all the
communist regimes. I don’t know… Cuba has made progress in this
problem…they had camps for the gays back in the early years.
In general, I think society is better today than it was in the 80s when I was
growing up. There is no comparison. We may have intense Nazis now, but we
had Nazis back then too… we had them just fine. Borides, who is now the
Minister of the Interior, was in the fascist youth organization back then, this
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business with the axes is nothing new. Things are better today, there’s no
doubt. For one, young people today can talk. We…at least me and many
people of my generation…don’t want to talk. We are afraid to talk. So we don’t
get in trouble with our communities, we don’t want to ruffle feathers, or cause
problems for our own people. On the other hand, the twenty-somethings will
talk to their parents, these parents who are my age. And many of them will
accept their children being gay. Of course I can’t speak for every situation.
I can remember that in the ’80s, when I first started going out in downtown
Athens, after taking a bus and a taxi from Chalandri, there were only two gay
spots. First, the Pieros rock bar, which had nothing to do with Pieros in Mykonos.
Second, there was the gay discotheque, the Alexander. They were both in
Kolonaki. Well, when we got out of the clubs at 3:00 to 4:00 a.m. on a Friday or
Saturday, and we walked down to Kolonaki Square to find a way home,
anyone who did anything stupid like holding hands or kissing would be arrested
because they always had police posted in Kolonaki Square. I never did that in
public. There was no chance. The police would arrest people. They wouldn’t do
anything so extreme to them, maybe just give them a little beating, but they’d
certainly call your parents. So you might get beaten up and your parents
would be informed, they’d be embarrassed, because our parents didn’t know
what we were up to. Our generation wouldn’t tell. So I avoided this trouble very
nicely and when the police were approaching, I’d blend into groups of straight
people and make small talk with the girls. I wasn’t eager to talk to the guys
because straight guys back that, as soon as they knew someone was gay
they’d likely be ticked off. So I got away with this strategy, but other friends had
been arrested. They were identified, got a little beating, and embarrassed their
parents at home. Well, that was all it took.
We didn’t have the Internet. There were only these two bars in all of Attica.
Nothing else! You chose your music, either rock or disco. So I started out as a
teenager going out to either one of those two places. There were some
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magazines. And the magazines had personal ads, so we could use them to
meet. We didn’t have cell phones. It was very difficult to communicate. We
wrote letters to post office boxes if we couldn’t receive letters at home. I
couldn’t receive mail at my family home, of course, so I rented the post office
box to send and receive letters. This is within Attica! We could make plans and
make dates by letters, which today seems completely ridiculous, laughable.
Giving your phone number was very tricky, because of course your parents
would likely be the ones to answer the call. If you were lucky enough to have
an older friend, who was 18 and lived alone, maybe you could give out his
phone number. With the help of friends you could start to make things
happen.
There were no other venues aside from these two bars. Of course, there were
outdoor spaces. Pedio tou Areos and Zappeion Park were the known spots.
They were established cruising spots well before ‘89 and the influx of refugees,
at which point it became a more commercial spot. The park is not an easy
place at night. Night is night, and then you have to worry about the police,
plus whatever else can happen in a park. And of course Limanakia, a
consistent spot for who knows how long. Of course, Limanakia is not what it
used to be, now it has bars and restaurants and all that…it’s a completely
different style these days. Okay, that’s why I say nowadays it’s all much easier.
Back then, meeting on the street by chance could be very difficult because
you may be afraid of what people around you would say or do. Even in the
center of Athens! Wellx, now it’s completely different! If you pick someone up
in the center of Athens, it’s easy. Yes, that was the limited gay life we had back
then.
We were trying to meet and get to know friends of friends, trying to befriend a
college student or someone slightly older who had their own place so we
could have a place to hang out. There were a few, because it wasn’t easy for
us Athenians to meet people who had come to the city from the provinces to
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study. If these are the only options – Friday or Saturday night you can go to one
of two places – well, that’s not much of a gay scene. So for people who didn’t
want to meet in public and hook up, how do you meet people? It’s tough.
How do you meet people? You could wait until summer to go to Mykonos.
Because back then the other islands dind’t have a gay scene yet. So, some
people went to Mykonos. So you had to wait for the summer to have a good
time. But those of us who were, for example me at the National Conservatory
and others at art schools – certainly had better options. That is, there were
always gay art students, art venues, so we could meet more people and get
exposed to more. The fewer gay people you know, the less sex and the fewer
relationships you can have. For those who felt very comfortable cruising and
having sex in the park regularly, great. Good for them. However I never felt
comfortable doing that. Of course I’ve done it from time to time, but it’s always
been awkward for me. And then of course the public bathrooms- they were a
very intense scene in my day. But for me, at least, it’s not a sex environment
that I enjoy.
First of all, I think there were public bathrooms in Syntagma Square, long before
the subway. There were also the toilets in Pedio tou Areos. Oh, and Omonia…
the famous Omonia, of course, but I didn’t even go there. Those are the three
places that had popular cruising bathrooms. There may have been others but I
can’t remember now. There were a lot of people going to those bathrooms in
Syntagma and Omonia and Pedio tou Areos. If I happened to be passing by, I
would ignore the scene even if I got waved at. I don’t like hanging around in
the toilet area. In the park, the signals and the conversation was very easy.
Nothing to it! You’d walk by, see a guy, you shook your head if you didn’t like
him, and walked up to the next guy. Find someone, and you’d tuck away
behind a bush. Or maybe you’d go to a house, if there was a house available.
That wasn’t as common. It was a very easy thing to have sex in the park or in
the bathrooms. There was a convenience to it. Like Limanakia. I guess I liked
that place more. Of course, the beach, in the summer, that was preferred by
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everyone, in all seasons really. At Limanakia, I don’t know if there was any
danger…and the park… Well, you never know what will happen in a park.
Murders have happened, we’ve known about them since Taktsis’s time.
And there was another area, now that I remember, where you could go
cruising. Solonos high up, near St… what’s the name of the Saint there? Is that
St. Dionysus? The church just before Kolonaki? I think it’s Agios Dionysis. Around
there you could meet people. That was more classy, wasn’t it? Kolonaki, now!
Yeah, I remember that now, yeah. You could meet people there.
Then around ’89 or ’90, something better happened. A bar opened,I don’t even
remember the name of it, on Syngrou Avenue. Nothing to do with the sex work
scene on Syngrou, different type of scene. A nice place with a courtyard and
coffee bar. It had nothing to do with the existing nightlife on Syngrou. This was
the first cafe where we could go to drink coffee, openly as gay people, during
the day.That was great.I remember that. You could have a good time
because, yeah, you sat down, you had a cup of coffee, you could meet
people, you could go with somebody just as a person, not about sex. Just as a
person, drinking coffee and talking, one gay person to another. Then
eventually one or two more opened in Gazi, before the metro was built,
nothing to do with the development that coincided with the metro. Then
came the bars and then the clubs and so on, the big ones, but before all that
there were a couple of simple bars in Gazi. I don’t even remember their names
anymore. Until 2000… I think it’s after 2000 that the big change happens. And
suddenly too many things open up, too many places. The whole Gazi scene
emerged. Intense. Now we had gay spaces, lots of them.That solved a lot of
problems, but not everything. But after 1998, 2000, gay life grew enormously.
Before then, I didn’t even know what gay life could mean. How could I,
sending my little postcards?!
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There’s no comparison. It’s a better time today. No question! There were
attacks and so on back then. Let’s not pretend. It’s not a new problem now,
these kinds of attacks are more well known because we can write about them
on the internet. All kinds, not just LGBTQ hate crimes. Violence against women,
abuse, murder, rape, it was all there. We just didn’t have the internet to write it
all down and call it out. So if a woman was being beaten up, she didn’t share
it. Her mother would tell her to stay where she was, it’s okay. A little beating
ain’t bad. Things have always happened like this.
I wish I was 20 years old right now. Not because I’m afraid of getting older, not
at all! But I wish I was 20 years old now, so I could have had the experience of
being raised by parents who belong to the generation that are now in their
fifties, so I could grow up inside the society we have now, this society that even
has civil partnership for gay couples in Greece. So I could be able to do things
that weren’t an option for me when I was young. I wish I could have a young
gay person’s life now – of course I do have this kind of life now, but I didn’t have
it when I was young. I wish I had been young during a time when I could have
walked the streets comfortably with a partner, and have the Internet and
dating apps at my disposal. Many people say that mobile phones are bad for
society, but I think those things are so important. For everyone’s personal life as
well. It’s much better, I live much better now as a gay man. For so many
reasons. And I’m not nostalgic for anything from the 80s.
If we manage to eliminate the extreme phenomena in society, the racism, the
fascism, I think we can set up a better situation. Many people may point out all
the problems we have today. Yes, that’s true, but we are much better off than
we were, and we have to keep working towards improvement. The
homophobia that they say exists today, yes, it exists, but it doesn’t compare to
the magnitude of homophobia we faced in the 90s and 80s and 70s. There is
no comparison for That. In the past 40, 50 years, the situation has gotten a
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whole lot better. The strides that have been made in the 70 years since the ’50s
are incredible, compared to 2000 years back. I’m not saying we’re done, of
course there are another 200 steps, but I think everyone will agree that young
people, they’re living better now. We had a hard time in ’80s and ’90s, and a
gay man in the ’50s lived even more tragically than that.
Of course, in any country, there is an urban and rural divide. Athens and
Thessaloniki are one thing, and villages in Pindos are another. But just as Athens
has taken 100 steps forward in the past 40-50 years, so did the provinces.. They
are behind the city, but they are further ahead than they were 40 years ago.
That’s what I’m saying.
Well, yes, the serious steps started in the twenty-first century, let’s say the last 20
years and especially in the last 10, that is after the crisis. That is my view.
Suddenly Greek society had to deal with terrible economic problems that it
hadn’t experienced since the 1950s. When people were drowning in debt and
losing houses and committing suicide, who cared iif the person next door was
gay? You stop worrying about your neighbor’s personal business because the
other next door neighbor killed himself over his mortgage debt and the other
neighbor had no electricity in the winter and was freezing to death. People
died of cold in those years, let’s not forget it. Those two or three years of the first
austerity measures, they were serious issues and people stopped gossiping so
much about who is gay. So all of a sudden society went forward.
Yes, in the last ten years. What is ten years? What was going on when I was
born? That is, when Taktsis, the great Taktsis, who was already a well-known
writer, was killed because he dressed as a woman… Today, okay, this kind of
murder and violence still happens, but not as frequently. No, no, we’re not safe,
and that’s why I share a lot of myself in professional settings, so I don’t lose
customers, so I don’t lose my livelihood. Despite that, I feel in my heart that
today it’s not like it was 20 or 30 or 40 years ago. In 10 years, we have made
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monstrous steps for Greece, especially in Athens and Thessaloniki followed by
smaller, slower changes in the villages. did it above all, followed by Thessaloniki
and then the villages. Yes, okay, okay, the villages are behind, always. They
follow further behind, they’ve always been further behind though, why in Britain
and Italy, in America aren’t their villages further behind? That goes without
saying.
There’s no comparison. I’m terribly happy that we live in this era, despite its
crookedness. Things are better than they were 20 or 40 years ago.Or even 60
years or before that when there were concentration camps. That’s why I’m very
grateful.