In 1987 the mini series "Napoleon and Josephine: A Love Story" was a television event, and I still remember watching it with my family. My mother is a literary junky, a history junky, and a total romantic. One of the books in her library included love letters between Napoleon and Josephine. I think my mother made sure we all watched the series.
Looking back, I now realize watching the mini series was one of the defining moments in my life. Why? I was only seven years old at the time, and I remember Armand Assante's Napoleon Bonaparte making my body tingle. I was "in love" with him/his performance. People often ask me: "when did you know you were gay," and the truth is that I've always known, it's my natural state, but it wasn't until I watched this mini series that I realized most boys didn't get excited about other boys. It was the first time I felt like my feelings were wrong. It was the first time I was ashamed by my own feelings. And for the next 15+ years after watching this mini series I would battle with thinking my feelings were wrong, I was abnormal, and I would try to be "normal" by mimicking the actions of other boys.
But in high school and in college when I dated girls or had sex with girls I felt much more ashamed. It was a lot to juggle, emotionally. Luckily for me, I realized by the time I was in my early twenties that the best path forward was to live an authentic life. It took a few years to release the emotional baggage, unwind the emotional trauma, but by the time I met my future husband in the fall of 2003 I was ready to love myself, which gave me the ability to love him.
Last week on Amazon, I found the mini series for sale. I own it now. I look forward to watching it again, and this time around I will not be ashamed if I start to feel excitement about Armond Assante's Napoleon.
Life is a journey. Life is good. Hooray for life!
Me either! Can I watch it with you? It will be like when we went to see Magic Mike together!
ReplyDelete(On a serious note, I am so sorry for the confusion and shame you felt; I am so happy you are secure and happy now. I wish I had been wiser then. But I am wiser now - that's progress.) I have never known anyone that knows you that did not adore you, at anytime in your life. You are magical.
Flashback - You as you clikc your tongue: "Sometime, Yea, Sometime." That always cracked me up, still does.
PS - And where in the world is Armand Assante now?
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