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Like many young Canadians, Aaron, who
now plays for the National Hockey League (NHL), grew up in a culture
obsessed with ice hockey.
“I don’t know a lot about hockey,” I
confessed at the beginning of the interview.
“You are American,” he laughed, “and
you’re from California. But if you’re from Canada you just can’t
escape it,” he tells me during our telephone interview from the
lobby of a hotel.
“I grew up in a town which was all about
hockey, and my dad played hockey professionally, so I really don’t
remember a time when I couldn’t skate.”
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He
informs me that he has seen about a dozen players in gay
bars over the years. “One time, I ran into another
player from my own team.” |
Aaron’s early socialization (and natural
talent) enabled him to excel at hockey as a youth. Hockey was
Aaron’s first love; boys became his second.
While most of the athletes I interviewed
knew that they were gay before puberty, Aaron was different. He
didn’t figure out that he was gay until his early teens. It bothered
him not because he liked guys but because he felt so alone in liking
guys. “I couldn’t go online to talk about it; there was no Internet
back then, so . . . I told my priest. He encouraged me not to act on
it, and to keep it silent. So I did.”
In college the fear of exploring his
sexuality began to erode, so while on a full scholarship to an
American university, and with his first fake ID in hand, he was
determined to find out where the gay district was. “I was
successful. I found not one but two guys to go home with that
night.”
He visited the gay district more
frequently over the next few years, but because this time frame
coincided with his ascendancy as a hockey player, he increasingly
grew afraid of being recognized in gay clubs. His worry remained as
he navigated the hierarchy of clubs and leagues before eventually
skating for an NHL team. He has skated here for several years, even
winning a Stanley Cup title.
As a hockey player, Aaron represents a
paradox in relation to orthodox masculinity. He has survived the
serious bodily risk that comes with this violent sport, but he fears
another kind of damage—the loss of respect if he were to come out.
“If people found out I was gay, it would ruin everything,” he tells
me. He was initially leery to give me this interview and revealed
only parts of his identity to me at a time in order to build trust.
He has more practical fears too. He fears coming out would cause him
to lose ice time or to become “the bastard of the company unit.”
“I’m not afraid of being selected out
for punishment, my team would beat ass if anyone tried to mess with
me, but I just don’t think it would help my playing.” He continued,
I really love what I do. I’m like a racehorse on the track, eager to
run. I want to skate. I want to play; it hurts me not to. I’m one of
the luckiest guys, to be able to do what I want and get paid way too
much for it, and I’m afraid that coming out would spoil that. I just
wish people didn’t care so much.”
Aaron struggles to lead some semblance
of a normal romantic and social life away from the prying eyes of
his teammates. He has a boyfriend of several years, gay friends, and
he permits himself to visit gay clubs when he is on the road—which
is often. On rare occasions, he even runs into other professional
hockey players when visiting gay establishments.
“You know, hockey players have this sort
of look to them. It just screams, ‘I’m a hockey player’, so when I
go to the bars, I dress like a professional and tell people I work
with computers.” Still, on the few occasions when another
professional hockey player enters the bar, he grows distressed.
“It’s like, holy shit. You can spot them from a mile away, and its
just like, oh my god, what am I going to do?”
Most of the time the other player is
equally willing to avoid discussing the situation. “A few times the
guy has just said like, ‘Aaron Barnes, huh?’ Then I’ll say, ‘We will
talk about this later.’ But I never do.”
He informs me that he has seen about a
dozen players in gay bars over the years. “One time, I ran into
another player from my own team.”
Despite being “absolutely terrified,” he
played the encounter off without candor. “What are you doing here?”
his teammate asked. “Just checking the place out,” he responded. “Me
too,” his teammate quipped. They have yet to talk about their
encounter.
Managing a closeted gay identity is
tricky for Aaron. Hockey necessitates that most all of his free time
be spent with the team.
“Even if you think that someone might be
cool with it, you don’t necessarily want to tell them because you
might be shipped to another team, and you don’t want them to have
something to use against you.”
In order to pass as heterosexual,
Aaron’s public acts are in strict accord with masculine ideals. He
conforms to the norms of masculinity exhibited in the sport,
including having sex with women, because he is afraid of being
perceived out of step with the masculine expectations of the sport.
While he often feels he would like to disclose his sexuality to his
teammates, he fears losing the competitive edge in acquiring ice
time.
When I inquired as to the degree of
homophobia in the NHL, Aaron informed me, “You know there was a lot
of it in the lower ranks, especially in high school and college. But
in the NHL we are professionals, and guys really aren’t all that
homophobic.”
He recounted a story about taking a long
bus trip with his team after the Massachusetts State Supreme Court
came out with their ruling that the state could not stop same-sex
marriage in late 2003:
“We were on the bus not too long ago,
and someone was talking about the Massachusetts marriage thing, and
there were a few older guys that were closed-minded, and saying it
was wrong. They were comparing it to marrying goats. I got pissed
and said, ‘I really don’t think marrying goats was the next logical
step. You know, think about it,’ I said.”
I asked him if others took his position.
“A few players stood up and told them to settle down. Most were
trying to sleep, and these guys were just annoying them.”
Aaron also reports that the use of
homophobic language is surprisingly low. “I don’t really hear fag
in the locker room. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I
heard it at all. A lot of us just won’t stand for that kind of
stuff.”
The secret he withholds from his
teammates is a weighty matter. In our telephone interview (conducted
from his cell phone in his hotel room) he stops several times or
unrepentantly changes the subject in order to cast off suspicion as
to the nature of his long conversation from his teammates who barge
in and out.
While Aaron truly loves the game he
plays, like most of the closeted collegiate and professional
athletes in my study, he finds the notion of team, and the time it
takes to do all that is required of being part of a team,
constraining.
“You just can’t escape the guys,” he
tells me. “I mean, they will just walk into your hotel room, and
they always want to go out drinking with you,” so it’s hard to have
much privacy. “One time I had my boyfriend visiting me in the hotel
room, and the coach knocked on my door and wanted to talk. So my
boyfriend went and hid in the bathroom while the coach talked to me
for an hour and a half.”
Where heterosexual athletes can
incorporate their girlfriends or wives into certain team functions,
Aaron has none of those freedoms. He sneaks guys into his hotel room
when on the road (he is in an open relationship), and he cannot talk
to his boyfriend at will. Although he has taken a few more risks as
he has gotten older (he is an established and well-known player),
including telling three of his teammates, he feels constrained from
coming out any further.
“I think about coming out to my team all
the time. I think, ‘Maybe today will be the day,’ then it’s not. I’d
really like to. On the other hand I’m so used to being the way I
am.”
Eric Anderson is an author,
professor, researcher and
coach living in New York City. Check out his
website.
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