B has the flu, so though we've been in touch by phone, I'm having a week to really let all of it sink in, and try again for good discernment.
I think in unloading so much fear here (which I would possibly have about any new relationship I think, because of my history) I have distorted things perhaps. And I seriously welcome your observations/questions about whether you think I have or not. I'm sick of my own "dunno" but I guess that's part of this process. I know that the offer of a real life-changing relationship triggered pure panic for a while. Despite the fact that I would like it to happen and have spent years in sporadic attempts to find one.
I've used every writing skill I have to spell out my fears of the horrible dominant chauvinist inside the boyfriend. A goblin. I've added his politics/worldview on top of what I think are pretty intense general fears of intimacy that I haven't fully unpacked.
Some things that occur to me that could be important, or perhaps aren't:
--The night when I was chattering nervously and he pressed on...he stopped. Looked at my face, and instantly changed to kissing me in a tender way. Which I reciprocated. It was a moment, and a negative one. But I never described the followup behavior. Does that change anybody's perception?
--The images I didn't like came from his neighbor and though he did deflect my description of the stick-figure "bumper sticker" one as racist (said he was just thinking it was a spoof on the stick-figure "baby/family on board" similar ones). I think he was evading it, because it made him uncomfortable. He wasn't contemptuous or rude, I think he was not ready to face the embarrassing possibility that he had laughed at a racist meme. My question to myself is, given how he reacted to the real intimidation of a muslim man he knew...is he actually racist? I'm not sure it's fair to label him that, and suspect that unlike me (who grew up in a southern community in close contact with many black citizens), he did not. He grew up in a privileged white bubble outside of Detroit. So I think it might be fair to say that, like many people, he wasn't humanizing a mental image of urban black people. I think he should, obviously, but I don't know how fair it is to pillory him for not having gotten it. I also don't sense that he has a "case closed" mindset. Though I could be wrong.
Because I'm who I am I am struggling to reconcile extreme feminism in my own core, with trying to work out which stupid jokes he makes are knee-jerk male-bonding programming, and which could be serious. What I'm contrasting it with is the fact that he listens to me, responds respectfully to my opinions, and has made clear he respects my intelligence. And I do think he's a product of the environments he's been steeped in, just as I am.
The conundrum is that having someone care, be involved in my life, be supportive and (yes Amber) even protective....would be a huge, huge change.
As I listen in silence to whatever's rolling through my brain, I want to come up eventually with a choice that:
Does not--
imperil my integrity
trigger self-abandonment
undermine my principles
Does--
offer me a chance at love
end the loneliness
provide some hope
I think the only way I can get there, to the right choice, is going to be to neither leap forward nor leap away. I think something important is happening between us that has the potential to transform both our lives for the better. I also think that in wanting that to come true, I am wary of my own ability to imagine something that may not be.
Best things I can think to do meanwhile are:
--keep on posting my internal ups, downs, and realizations
--keep talking to my T and weather a crisis of self-doubt in my capacity to judge wisely
--lean on friends I trust to keep me in balance
--discern, discern, discern
If you're fed up with me or thinking I've lost my mind, I understand. I so appreciate your patience. It's been hard to go into this and would be hard to go out of it. But I am committed to ultimately coming to a place that feels truthful, real, honest and as right as I can get it.
I've been alone for a long time and could continue that life, though where I'd end up might be pretty bleak. I am aware that age has changed my sense of what's tolerable and what's non-negotiable. Am I the oldest woman here? Perhaps some of you either are nearing my cohort or have stories about older women you know who have entered a new relationship at an older age. If you do and would like to share, I'd love to hear them.
love
Hops