A NBA Baller Wolf Comes Out The Closet

they just keep coming.
this nba baller wolf just busted open the closet door….

BrokenClosethe wrote a very well written letter to announce himself to the world for si.
this letter will be in the magazine may 6th,
but i have the letter for you already.
no lines.
no waiting…

jason-collins-04I’m a 34-year-old NBA center. I’m black. And I’m gay.

I didn’t set out to be the first openly gay athlete playing in a major American team sport. But since I am, I’m happy to start the conversation. I wish I wasn’t the kid in the classroom raising his hand and saying, “I’m different.” If I had my way, someone else would have already done this. Nobody has, which is why I’m raising my hand.

My journey of self-discovery and self-acknowledgement began in my hometown of Los Angeles and has taken me through two state high school championships, the NCAA Final Four and the Elite Eight, and nine playoffs in 12 NBA seasons.

I’ve played for six pro teams and have appeared in two NBA Finals. Ever heard of a parlor game called Three Degrees of Jason Collins? If you’re in the league, and I haven’t been your teammate, I surely have been one of your teammates’ teammates. Or one of your teammates’ teammates’ teammates.

Now I’m a free agent, literally and figuratively. I’ve reached that enviable state in life in which I can do pretty much what I want. And what I want is to continue to play basketball. I still love the game, and I still have something to offer. My coaches and teammates recognize that. At the same time, I want to be genuine and authentic and truthful.

Why am I coming out now? Well, I started thinking about this in 2011 during the NBA player lockout. I’m a creature of routine. When the regular season ends I immediately dedicate myself to getting game ready for the opener of the next campaign in the fall. But the lockout wreaked havoc on my habits and forced me to confront who I really am and what I really want. With the season delayed, I trained and worked out. But I lacked the distraction that basketball had always provided.

The first relative I came out to was my aunt Teri, a superior court judge in San Francisco. Her reaction surprised me. “I’ve known you were gay for years,” she said. From that moment on I was comfortable in my own skin. In her presence I ignored my censor button for the first time. She gave me support. The relief I felt was a sweet release. Imagine you’re in the oven, baking. Some of us know and accept our sexuality right away and some need more time to cook. I should know — I baked for 33 years.

When I was younger I dated women. I even got engaged. I thought I had to live a certain way. I thought I needed to marry a woman and raise kids with her. I kept telling myself the sky was red, but I always knew it was blue.

I realized I needed to go public when Joe Kennedy, my old roommate at Stanford and now a Massachusetts congressman, told me he had just marched in Boston’s 2012 Gay Pride Parade. I’m seldom jealous of others, but hearing what Joe had done filled me with envy. I was proud of him for participating but angry that as a closeted gay man I couldn’t even cheer my straight friend on as a spectator. If I’d been questioned, I would have concocted half truths. What a shame to have to lie at a celebration of pride. I want to do the right thing and not hide anymore. I want to march for tolerance, acceptance and understanding. I want to take a stand and say, “Me, too.”

The recent Boston Marathon bombing reinforced the notion that I shouldn’t wait for the circumstances of my coming out to be perfect. Things can change in an instant, so why not live truthfully? When I told Joe a few weeks ago that I was gay, he was grateful that I trusted him. He asked me to join him in 2013. We’ll be marching on June 8.

No one wants to live in fear. I’ve always been scared of saying the wrong thing. I don’t sleep well. I never have. But each time I tell another person, I feel stronger and sleep a little more soundly. It takes an enormous amount of energy to guard such a big secret. I’ve endured years of misery and gone to enormous lengths to live a lie. I was certain that my world would fall apart if anyone knew. And yet when I acknowledged my sexuality I felt whole for the first time. I still had the same sense of humor, I still had the same mannerisms and my friends still had my back.

Believe it or not, my family has had bigger shocks. Strange as it seems today, my parents expected only one child in 1978. Me. When I came out (for the first time) the doctors congratulated my mother on her healthy, seven-pound, one-ounce baby boy. “Wait!” said a nurse. “Here comes another one!” The other one, who arrived eight minutes later and three ounces heavier, was Jarron. He’s followed me ever since, to Stanford and to the NBA, and as the ever-so-slightly older brother I’ve looked out for him.

I had a happy childhood in the suburbs of L.A. My parents instilled in us an appreciation of history, art and, most important, Motown. Jarron and I weren’t allowed to listen to rap until we were 12. After our birthday I dashed to Target and bought DJ Quik’s album Quik Is the Name. I memorized every line. It was around this time that I began noticing subtle differences between Jarron and me. Our twinness was no longer synchronized. I couldn’t identify with his attraction to girls.

I feel blessed that I recognized my own attractions. Though I resisted my impulses through high school, I knew that when I was ready I had someone to turn to: my uncle Mark in New York. I knew we could talk without judgment, and we did last summer. Uncle Mark is gay. He and his partner have been in a stable relationship forever. For a confused young boy, I can think of no better role model of love and compassion.

I didn’t come out to my brother until last summer. His reaction to my breakfast revelation was radically different from Aunt Teri’s. He was downright astounded. He never suspected. So much for twin telepathy. But by dinner that night, he was full of brotherly love. For the first time in our lives, he wanted to step in and protect me.

My maternal grandmother was apprehensive about my plans to come out. She grew up in rural Louisiana and witnessed the horrors of segregation. During the civil rights movement she saw great bravery play out amid the ugliest aspects of humanity. She worries that I am opening myself up to prejudice and hatred. I explained to her that in a way, my coming out is preemptive. I shouldn’t have to live under the threat of being outed. The announcement should be mine to make, not TMZ’s.

The hardest part of this is the realization that my entire family will be affected. But my relatives have told me repeatedly that as long as I’m happy, they’re there for me. I watch as my brother and friends from college start their own families. Changing diapers is a lot of work, but children bring so much joy. I’m crazy about my nieces and nephew, and I can’t wait to start a family of my own.

I’m from a close-knit family. My parents instilled Christian values in me. They taught Sunday school, and I enjoyed lending a hand. I take the teachings of Jesus seriously, particularly the ones that touch on tolerance and understanding. On family trips, my parents made a point to expose us to new things, religious and cultural. In Utah, we visited the Mormon Salt Lake Temple. In Atlanta, the house of Martin Luther King Jr. That early exposure to otherness made me the guy who accepts everyone unconditionally.

I’m learning to embrace the puzzle that is me. After I was traded by the Celtics to Washington in February, I took a detour to the Dr. King memorial. I was inspired and humbled. I celebrate being an African-American and the hardships of the past that still resonate today. But I don’t let my race define me any more than I want my sexual orientation to. I don’t want to be labeled, and I can’t let someone else’s label define me.

On the court I graciously accept one label sometimes bestowed on me: “the pro’s pro.” I got that handle because of my fearlessness and my commitment to my teammates. I take charges and I foul — that’s been my forte. In fact, during the 2004-05 season my 322 personals led the NBA. I enter the court knowing I have six hard fouls to give. I set picks with my 7-foot, 255-pound body to get guys like Jason Kidd, John Wall and Paul Pierce open. I sacrifice myself for other players. I look out for teammates as I would my kid brother.

I’m not afraid to take on any opponent. I love playing against the best. Though Shaquille O’Neal is a Hall of Famer, I never shirked from the challenge of trying to frustrate the heck out of him. (Note to Shaq: My flopping has nothing to do with being gay.) My mouthpiece is in, and my wrists are taped. Go ahead, take a swing — I’ll get up. I hate to say it, and I’m not proud of it, but I once fouled a player so hard that he had to leave the arena on a stretcher.

I go against the gay stereotype, which is why I think a lot of players will be shocked: That guy is gay? But I’ve always been an aggressive player, even in high school. Am I so physical to prove that being gay doesn’t make you soft? Who knows? That’s something for a psychologist to unravel. My motivations, like my contributions, don’t show up in box scores, and frankly I don’t care about stats. Winning is what counts. I want to be evaluated as a team player.

Loyalty to my team is the real reason I didn’t come out sooner. When I signed a free-agent contract with Boston last July, I decided to commit myself to the Celtics and not let my personal life become a distraction. When I was traded to the Wizards, the political significance of coming out sunk in. I was ready to open up to the press, but I had to wait until the season was over.

A college classmate tried to persuade me to come out then and there. But I couldn’t yet. My one small gesture of solidarity was to wear jersey number 98 with the Celtics and then the Wizards. The number has great significance to the gay community. One of the most notorious antigay hate crimes occurred in 1998. Matthew Shepard, a University of Wyoming student, was kidnapped, tortured and lashed to a prairie fence. He died five days after he was finally found. That same year the Trevor Project was founded. This amazing organization provides crisis intervention and suicide prevention to kids struggling with their sexual identity. Trust me, I know that struggle. I’ve struggled with some insane logic. When I put on my jersey I was making a statement to myself, my family and my friends.

The strain of hiding my sexuality became almost unbearable in March, when the U.S. Supreme Court heard arguments for and against same-sex marriage. Less then three miles from my apartment, nine jurists argued about my happiness and my future. Here was my chance to be heard, and I couldn’t say a thing. I didn’t want to answer questions and draw attention to myself. Not while I was still playing.

I’m glad I’m coming out in 2013 rather than 2003. The climate has shifted; public opinion has shifted. And yet we still have so much farther to go. Everyone is terrified of the unknown, but most of us don’t want to return to a time when minorities were openly discriminated against. I’m impressed with the straight pro athletes who have spoken up so far — Chris Kluwe, Brendon Ayanbadejo. The more people who speak out, the better, gay or straight. It starts with President Obama’s mentioning the 1969 Stonewall riots, which launched the gay rights movement, during his second inaugural address. And it extends to the grade-school teacher who encourages her students to accept the things that make us different.

By its nature, my double life has kept me from getting close to any of my teammates. Early in my career I worked hard at acting straight, but as I got more comfortable in my straight mask it required less effort. In recent days, though, little has separated “mask on, mask off.” Personally, I don’t like to dwell in someone else’s private life, and I hope players and coaches show me the same respect. When I’m with my team I’m all about working hard and winning games. A good teammate supports you no matter what.

I’ve been asked how other players will respond to my announcement. The simple answer is, I have no idea. I’m a pragmatist. I hope for the best, but plan for the worst. The biggest concern seems to be that gay players will behave unprofessionally in the locker room. Believe me, I’ve taken plenty of showers in 12 seasons. My behavior wasn’t an issue before, and it won’t be one now. My conduct won’t change. I still abide by the adage, “What happens in the locker room stays in the locker room.” I’m still a model of discretion.

As I write this, I haven’t come out to anyone in the NBA. I’m not privy to what other players say about me. Maybe Mike Miller, my old teammate in Memphis, will recall the time I dropped by his house in Florida and say, “I enjoyed being his teammate, and I sold him a dog.” I hope players swap stories like that. Maybe they’ll talk about my character and what kind of person I am.

As far as the reaction of fans, I don’t mind if they heckle me. I’ve been booed before. There have been times when I’ve wanted to boo myself. But a lot of ill feelings can be cured by winning.

I’m a veteran, and I’ve earned the right to be heard. I’ll lead by example and show that gay players are no different from straight ones. I’m not the loudest person in the room, but I’ll speak up when something isn’t right. And try to make everyone laugh.

I’ve never sought the spotlight. Though I’m coming out to the world, I intend to guard my privacy. I’m making this blanket statement in part to keep rumors and misunderstandings at bay. I hope fans will respect me for raising my hand. And I hope teammates will remember that I’ve never been an in-your-face kind of guy. All you need to know is that I’m single. I see no need to delve into specifics.

Look at what happened in the military when the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy was repealed. Critics of the repeal were sure that out military members would devastate morale and destroy civilization. But a new study conducted by scholars from every branch of the armed forces except the Coast Guard concluded that “cohesion did not decline after the new policy of open service was put into place. In fact, greater openness and honesty resulting from repeal seem to have promoted increased understanding, respect and acceptance.”

The same goes for sports. Doc Rivers, my coach on the Celtics, says, “If you want to go quickly, go by yourself — if you want to go farther, go in a group.” I want people to pull together and push ahead.

Openness may not completely disarm prejudice, but it’s a good place to start. It all comes down to education. I’ll sit down with any player who’s uneasy about my coming out. Being gay is not a choice. This is the tough road and at times the lonely road. Former players like Tim Hardaway, who said “I hate gay people” (and then became a supporter of gay rights), fuel homophobia. Tim is an adult. He’s entitled to his opinion. God bless America. Still, if I’m up against an intolerant player, I’ll set a pretty hard pick on him. And then move on.

The most you can do is stand up for what you believe in. I’m much happier since coming out to my friends and family. Being genuine and honest makes me happy.

I’m glad I can stop hiding and refocus on my 13th NBA season. I’ve been running through the Santa Monica Mountains in a 30-pound vest with Shadow, the German shepherd I got from Mike Miller. In the pros, the older you get, the better shape you must be in. Next season a few more eyeballs are likely to be on me. That only motivates me to work harder.

Some people insist they’ve never met a gay person. But Three Degrees of Jason Collins dictates that no NBA player can claim that anymore. Pro basketball is a family. And pretty much every family I know has a brother, sister or cousin who’s gay. In the brotherhood of the NBA, I just happen to be the one who’s out.



congrats on his new beginning in life.
he even got a shout out from bill clinton on twitter:

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was he the person who was suppose to come out?
of course on every urban message board,
every black vixen is like:

“i hope everyone comes out because of him.”

tumblr_m89i9gaH0s1qcmiygmore witch hunts for 2013?
like he said,
it was his (or anyone’s) announcement to make.
you don’t have to make an announcement if you don’t want to.
make sure you are ready and jump.

x jason collins twitter

Author: jamari fox

the fox invited to the blogging table.

38 thoughts on “A NBA Baller Wolf Comes Out The Closet

  1. *stands up and clap hands* Well this is a historic moment you guys. I keep up with my sports, but I forgot that he was in the league. Well he plays with the wizards, so no wonder lol. I did not see this coming.

      1. The NFL player is still on schedule to come out before the start of training camp in late July. Today’s announcement might might move up the process.

      2. He is an oreo and MOST likely will date a white / Odd black guy. HE doesn’t look like he can handle a BLACK relationship

  2. That was a very noble, and commendable thing that he did!! I live in DC, so let me look into these season tickets now… Gotta get in where I fit in!

      1. ya’ll ain’t lying…Even the ones that sit on the bench get paid! He probably packing too..Dude is 7 feet tall! Probably got the kind of dick to brake yo back!..lmao

      1. sHiT! I would have spent my whole paycheck and some for courtside tickets if he was Russell Westbrook fine ass!!!..The court would have been filled with vixens, foxes, and wolves trying to get in those manties..lmfaoo

    1. ^personally,
      i want to see a star player come out.
      someone who is getting minutes.
      no one knows who this baller wolf is.
      his story will come and go.
      he is pretty much out the nba anyway.
      i’m happy he was able to be “brave”,
      which makes me roll my eyes because we are ALL brave,
      but this will all be over by next week.

      1. He got a fair amount of minutes in Jersey. You will never see a star NBA player come out, sorry. I’m waiting for these NFL players tho.

      2. Actual to an NBA Sports Fan he is a Star. Was a starter in Atlanta. So qualify a star based on a TMZ or MTO profile….. lol

  3. @Third: Just 1 nfl player? Not 4 anymore? Will the player(s) be major are relatively unknown?

    Got some juice on a west coast player but not sure if it’s true.

    1. All Star that even the non NFL fan will recognize. You don’t find him on TMZ or MTO and is too classy for the usual Baller Alert dreamer

      1. Yea, as I said before I think I know who you are talking about third. He’s a star, but stays out of the spotlight. I’ve never seen him out with women either. When I watch him in interviews I see him playing for our team. Cool dude tho. Type of dude you wanna cuff on the first night.

      2. The guy(s) that I’ve heard about fit that bill. They’re the best type of player to set the tone. An All Star and a clean image (for the most part anyway)… Maybe it will encourage others.

  4. geesh, bookmark to read this essay later. congrats to him. so this was the guy everyone was waiting for? And besides there have been other black gay nba players – John Amaechi ? I think NFL is what we’re waiting for. From my observations NBA players (basketball players in general both at my school and otherwise) are more likely to be gay/odd/feminine/soft/shy/quiet while NFL players are the extroverted version of NBA players and LESSSS likely to ‘come out’

  5. LOL @ these comments. But Im proud of him for revealing this to the world, its good to finally see a manly MAN who is gay, who is representing and in the spotlight instead of these queens in heels

  6. I need for The Man and third to stop chatting about something that Jamari and I don’t know about……we want to be privy to the info also, lol. Just kidding, life is all about who you know……

    1. Oh no, I don’t know for sure, that’s why I won’t say his name but more than likely I’m right. It’s only one NFL star who is private and we never see with women, and is never on the blogs. If you Google his name you don’t even see him with a woman romantically, and he’s not that young and he’s been in the league for a minute, so we should have seen him with someone by now. It’s only so many NFL stars out there, and 90% of them have been linked to women, but this one has not.

      The black man will never come out the closet if he’s been linked with women, remember that. That’s why Kerry can’t come out, and the fact that he’s denied being gay makes it impossible. People don’t like liars.

      1. You hit it right on the head ….. you listening Kordell ? But the number is lower then 90% it actually is closer to 60% .

  7. I was at work today and was checking out the foxhole on my phone. To say this story caught me by surprise was a understatement. I started reading his letter and before I knew it, I had to excuse myself, tears started flowing from my eyes. I am by no means an emotional person but for whatever reason this made me very emotional. I could identify with so much he was saying, the pain, the hiding, the worrying all of that. I could not be prouder of this dude, because I know this was not easy for a Black man to do no matter what some people may think his reason was. I got even more emotional when I read what his brother said and how their bond is still intact. It has not been 24hrs and the attacks on Twitter and in the media have been nasty, and ignorant but cant say that Im surprised, this is why so many of us will continue to live the way we do because we aint strong enough to open ourselves up to this type of scrutiny. Honestly I have never even heard of Jason before today, but I will never forget him now. If he is reading this, I just want him to know that he is not alone and for all the assholes saying negative things,their of so many people who support you that you will never know, and so many young dudes who can at least look to you and know that they can still be a boy and play sports, and maybe not feel that they are so different after all.

  8. Yo i just found out 2mins ago this dude I know is gay. I mean I am really speechless right now, it’s one thing to have experience with dudes and u know fuck around every now and then but like knowing someone PERSONALLY who is gay, is like Idk my mind just cant wrap my head around it, why cant he just like dudes and mess with women why is he just gay now and this nigga would roll with us to bait females freshman year. he’s even dating now. I mean.. I dint know who to hit up bout this figured this site will do. Im boggled up now for real

    1. He’s gay cause he likes MEN and only MEN. Not tryin to start shit, but you sound like your confused sexually. That’s what your problem is. Your comments lately have been revealing. Confused guys are usually bitter because they are confused and mad that they are. I have a friend like that. He makes everything seem like it’s my fault, when he is the one with the issues.

      I stayed meeting females in high school and now in college too. Just cause a man picks up women doesn’t mean shit.

      1. I don’t think I’m confused really. I tried the “coming to terms with it” shit and I realized i just am not “gay” per se. I mean I was willing to come out to a close circle if I was “coming out” but when I really looked at it I just wasn’t into gay shit. Seriously, the one kid who took me to a gay spot (unbeknownst to me – besides I’d always thought of going to a “gay spot” as the pilgrimage and mecca of identifying with gay so i always wanted to go with someone special – the 2 times i have it has been with well kinda specials but they just bust that move from no where) I did not like it.. at all. I mean was not comfortable with the environment it was too whorish, slutty and dirty. Yeah there are masc gays but I see it this way: some men are attractive, sometimes things happen between men and that’s that. My early interactions with males were always between I and buddies and we always had our girls. Turning people out – did that almost as a hobby and i was good yo – (dint even know it was a big thing till i saw gay porn) – dint know it happened any other way. Knew of bottom, vers tops, fem, etc from watching gay porn and being a part of these sites once upon a time (which i stumbled on as an accidental discovery online – another story) .

        I know just cause a man picks up women doesn’t mean shit but my thing is I will always be attracted to a slim hour glass shorty with a thick ass, I might also find her peitite slender pretty face NON CUNTLY brother attractive, and they could possibly both get the d. Her ex, the lil gangster too could also get it maybe. Am I confused? No, I know what I want when I see it. I am just not gay, am i denying – no – i clearly just agreed to what I want. So ….

      2. I’m boggled that ya’ll sitting in here believing he is in a fraternity. Lmfaooooooo. So randomly he found out his friend was gay yesterday? I never seen a troll thrist for this much attention online. Anytime Jamari posts about Miss Peanut or Kerry, he is te first to be insulted and lash out. A true down low or discreet person wouldn’t be stanning for the queen in the situation. He may not have agreed with how Kerry handled it, but he stans for Miss Peanut. How is he down low and in a frat but his pics are on Myvidster? Lady D is full of shit and probably some troll cunt playing online.

      3. Gay porn should not be where you learn about this lifestyle because porn is not real, it’s just a sexual fantasy that is videotaped lol. No one gets turned out in porn, it’s all fake. Everybody knows the only thing porn can teach you is new moves lol. I’m not into what you call “gay shit” either. Just because you don’t like going to gay spots, and doing what most gay and bi men do doesn’t mean you are not gay. You say that, but at the same time you are HERE, that’s the issue. Up in here we gay or bisexual, and I know for a fact the curious ones come up in here, and there is nothing wrong with that. Someone is prob. reading this and saying I’m none of those three I described, yup, and I’m sit back saying that’s why you keep trying to take your own life, denial. You are HERE, but yet you are none of those three, ok.

        If you claim you are not gay, I cannot say you are because I do not know you personally. I would have to interact with you to give you that sort of feedback. I just don’t want to see people struggling with something that they can easily come to terms with. I never understood why adults commit suicide cause they are gay or bi. Why do they kill themselves? Do they do it because some preacher got up in a damn pulpit and told them homosexuality is wrong? Is it because they want to please their families, but fail to realize they are grown and can live their lives any way they please? As an adult you shouldn’t want to be pleasing anyone but yourself, your opinion matters. Forget your family, friends, and co-workers. We are all adults up here, I don’t give a single fuck what anyone thinks about the way I live my life as long as I am happy and making the right decisions, period.

        You couldn’t tell your friend was gay because he hid it well. I hide mine well. I’m so in touch with the gay side of my bisexuality that can easily pick out other dudes. The eye contact is what’s key. It’s this dude at my school who gives me my food every day. When he hands me my food he looks me right in my eyes and smiles. Just the other day he was trying to make small talk, and I was laughing just like a school girl. Yea, I acted like a bitch for a minute, never done that before, I’m slippin lol. Not to mention this dude that I like can’t keep his eyes off me. After class we take the same route to our next classes. I’m usually behind him, but I’m far behind him, and it’s been a few of times I caught him looking back. As humans we only look back when we are walking for one or two reasons, we hear something or we are looking for something. I walk way to far behind him for him to hear me, so I came to the conclusion that he’s looking for me lol. Whenever I look at him, his head always whips the other way, but as soon as I look away he’s looking, then when I look at him again, he whips that head again. I be like; “he was just looking at me behind my back for about the tenth time.” Now if a dude is not attracted to you, it’s hard to pick up on him just by his eyes cause he won’t be checkin for you lol.

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