I recently read this book as part of a literature class I took. It closely parallels my own experices, and I think it would be worth anyone’s time to check it out.
Kirk Read’s “How I Learned to Snap” is the heartwarming autobiography of a gay man growing up in the 1970s and 1980s in Virginia. While Kirk did encounter homophobia while growing up, since Virginia was and still is a very conservative state, he actually managed to mature relatively well in the society that he lived in, showing that LGBT people can thrive even in homophobic climates. In the process, he also developed a care and appreciation for the people in his community.
One would think that it would be very difficult to live in a state with so much homophobia, but Kirk actually managed fairly well, especially when compared to how other LGBT people have made out in their own communities (i.e. Matthew Shepherd, etc.). He talked of Virginia’s natural beauty, such as a river that “I always went to for quiet…I’d made up stories about…floods and ghosts who held back the river with their breath (p. 95).” Kirk had an appreciation for the physical environment that he lived in.
Socially, Virginia’s homophobic atmosphere did not stop Kirk from behaving like any other American teenager. He had a party at one point that got a little out of hand, and ended up looking very much like a party at one of the Siena townhouses! “Before we picked up cans and bottles, I pushed play on the stereo to provide some… ‘Sweet Home Alabama’…my friends started dancing…then I started dancing too (p. 100).” What is notable is that Kirk does not tend to use formal literary language, etc. He describes his experiences as though they were not out of the ordinary. He went to football games, high school dances, etc. In terms of his friendships and acquaintances, Kirk had relatively little difficulty finding and keeping friendships, some of which continue to this day. One particularly large and intimidating football player named Jimmy told Kirk that “I heard what people say about you…and I don’t really care…you’re one hell of a guy (p. 114).”
Instead of merely having parties, Kirk also went to keg parties on occasion. He warmly described one time at a countryside party where he was taken by a few of the redneck guys that he went to school with and “inducted” in a way. “I almost declined, then grabbed the bottle. This was an induction, I figured. They were accepting me as a redneck (p. 190).” Despite being a little afraid that these rough and tough guys might try to hurt him, Kirk went along with them, and they took him out for “cow tipping.” As odd as it might have seemed from an outsider’s perspective, these redneck guys took Kirk under their wing and accepted him. “When I saw those guys in the hall from that point on, they gave me a friendly punch on the arm (p. 193).”
Even Kirk’s Baptist friend Valerie, who knew he was gay for a long time, “never tried to talk me out of it…never even tried very hard to convert me (p. 157).” In fact, Valerie later came out as a lesbian, and still remained active in her church. Unfortunately, Kirk was told by a youth director in the church that if he did not undergo a second baptism and not be “openly queer,” that he could not participate in the youth group at the church that he and Valerie were a part of. Valerie got everyone in the youth group to walk out on the director!
Kirk’s family and siblings, even those with strong religious backgrounds, eventually came around, if not at first. His one brother, Dwight, who was at one time very homophobic, did something totally unexpected. He encouraged Kirk to get a house with his boyfriend Walker in a particular location that would enable them to live together while Kirk went to school. “I stared at him, incredulous. My formerly homophobic brother was encouraging me to live with a man his own age (p. 187).” The age gap between Kirk and Walker was apparently also accepted well, even by Kirk’s mother, who “rarely encroached upon my freedom, especially when it came to Walker (p. 186).” This is not what one would expect given the environment that Kirk grew up in.
In another instance, when Kirk demands that he be allowed to take another man to a school dance, the superintendent of his school district actually revised the rule to allow Kirk to bring a man, telling Kirk in a letter that “I have determined that such a regulation [barring same-sex dates at dances] might indeed lead to discrimination against certain students (p. 146).” As Kirk noted, this response was not quite what he had expected. The tone of the superintendant’s letter was very respectful, to the point of being “anticlimactic (p. 147).” One might not think that a school district in a state like Virginia, especially back in 1989 when the letter was written, would have so easily allowed Kirk to bring a man to a school dance.
Despite the entrenched homophobia, Kirk never gave up on Lexington. He still returns there for Christmas each year. The most moving part of the book for me was when Kirk eloquently stated that “These are my people…when I go home to Lexington, I always visit my teachers at the high school…saying hello to the people in the community…they all know I’m gay…I never wanted to abandon Lexington altogether…I loved Lexington…I held out hope that they’d come around on gay issues (p. 111).” One can only hope that Kirk’s wish would be fulfilled. Perhaps, slowly but surely, his wish is coming true.
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