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The subject line might seem offensive but its not intended to be and please don't take it to be.
I know gay men are all different and many are the perfect representation of masculinity...
Anyway, I'm 24 and I think I grew up in a household with a narcissistic father and a codependent mother. I have a sister who’s 22 and a brother who’s 25. Hah- I think I need another beer to even finish this story. On top of that, I don’t even have any money… lol. I just stole a dollar from my little sister and went out and bought another beer.
I don’t want to write a whole long story…
- I was pretty much a loner and asexual from high school to college. I had already seen enough fighting and tension between my mother and father since I was a kid to not want to be in any sort of relationship. I think I had a crush or “whatever” on one or two females but I don’t know if it was a crush or if I just wanted to be their friend- I’ve never really had female friends. Its probably good that I wasn’t friends with the girls that I thought about because I was and I’m somewhat now attracted to girls who are clearly disturbed or have issues. Additionally, I always choose the wrong guys to be friends with- they’d always end up being dumb or whatever and I’d just walk away and prefer to be by myself. On top of this I grew up in a small town and I grew up before the internet and all that stuff. I never really had access to the internet or porn or anything when I was a kid. The first time I watched “straight” porn was Freshmen of college. I guess my whole point about the porn thing is that I never even knew that gay people existed. I was watching tv before “will and grace”.
- In college I joined a frat and hung out there for a good 2.5 years. I was always the “different” person. I suppose I wasn’t really as out going as everyone else. Additionally, I never really wanted to pursue girls- like everyone else. I wasn’t really interested- it always seemed to me that college Freshmen/sophomore guys have little chance at getting girls in that sort of college environment so I didn’t even want to even expend energy.
- Around junior year of college I left the frat and was living by myself. I was (and probably have always been- considering the house I grew up in) depressed and got therapy. I was put on antidepressants and I was on them for a year. It was during this time at 21 that I had my first sexual experiences. I was with a couple of different girls and they were all completely different from each other. Additionally (although not at the same time- I saw everyone individually and with time in-between each person), I was with two somewhat random guys. I saw them a couple times but never formed a relationship. When I was on the medication, I felt different, more out going, ect… and its during this time that I first thought that I might be gay. I was scarred. I was just thinking one night, and scared myself and did the whole “oh, fuck I’m gay thing.”
- Around senior year, I met this Freshmen girl and until recently we had been together in a relationship for three years. I stopped the antidepressants shortly after I met her. She broke up with me two months ago because she feels that she’s a lesbian. I met her when I was a senior and 21 and she was a Freshmen and 17 going on 18. She just recently had a 21 b-day and now I’m 24. We don’t talk anymore. Not even as friends. When we met, she identified herself as bi. I had thoughts that I might be gay- before her, but I never really knew any gay or bi people. I think one thing that we bonded over was our questioning of our orientations.
I’ve gotten way off track…
- I have a lot of debt and I’m in a really bad place in my life. I’m working on becoming an alcoholic. I have no friends- I could never relate to guys. Sometimes I get suicidal. My older brother and younger sister are in better positions than me financially (for various and different reasons that are of no fault of my own)
My parents go divorced this year. My mom is displaying signs of schizophrenia. My brother, sister, and I don’t have the means to help or support her. Odds are she’ll end up on the streets. My dad is an emotionally, verbally, abusive person and my brother and I rarely talk to him. Only my sister does- but she has a whole different relationship with him.
I think I might be gay because my dad didn’t give me enough love. I know some people don’t even have fathers- but I’m thinking that since my dad was around- but not there at the same time, that makes my want love from another guy that much more. Additionally, I feel like my dad kept all the "power". He never really empowered his sons. He actually did and still does the opposite- which I think is to make himself feel good. I grew up in this house but was never empowered and I don't think its an issue of "taking the power". Maybe it is. In any event, I feel like shit. A lot of time I feel both masculine and feminine. Masculine in the sense that I could- literally at any moment (lucky my dad doesn't live by me) smash my dads face with a wrench- and feminine in the sense that I have no power what so ever- no family. My little sister is in a better position than me. I have to ask my older brother for money... and I won't have money for a decent amount of time...
I think I just want to figure this out and accept this whole sexuality thing because my life on all other fronts is already so messed up. I feel like that if at least I get a hold on this sexuality thing, it’ll be one thing off my mind. Additionally, I want to get this sexuality thing solved because the debt will be there a long time. So will the family issues. I can’t escape them.
I know gay men are all different and many are the perfect representation of masculinity...
Anyway, I'm 24 and I think I grew up in a household with a narcissistic father and a codependent mother. I have a sister who’s 22 and a brother who’s 25. Hah- I think I need another beer to even finish this story. On top of that, I don’t even have any money… lol. I just stole a dollar from my little sister and went out and bought another beer.
I don’t want to write a whole long story…
- I was pretty much a loner and asexual from high school to college. I had already seen enough fighting and tension between my mother and father since I was a kid to not want to be in any sort of relationship. I think I had a crush or “whatever” on one or two females but I don’t know if it was a crush or if I just wanted to be their friend- I’ve never really had female friends. Its probably good that I wasn’t friends with the girls that I thought about because I was and I’m somewhat now attracted to girls who are clearly disturbed or have issues. Additionally, I always choose the wrong guys to be friends with- they’d always end up being dumb or whatever and I’d just walk away and prefer to be by myself. On top of this I grew up in a small town and I grew up before the internet and all that stuff. I never really had access to the internet or porn or anything when I was a kid. The first time I watched “straight” porn was Freshmen of college. I guess my whole point about the porn thing is that I never even knew that gay people existed. I was watching tv before “will and grace”.
- In college I joined a frat and hung out there for a good 2.5 years. I was always the “different” person. I suppose I wasn’t really as out going as everyone else. Additionally, I never really wanted to pursue girls- like everyone else. I wasn’t really interested- it always seemed to me that college Freshmen/sophomore guys have little chance at getting girls in that sort of college environment so I didn’t even want to even expend energy.
- Around junior year of college I left the frat and was living by myself. I was (and probably have always been- considering the house I grew up in) depressed and got therapy. I was put on antidepressants and I was on them for a year. It was during this time at 21 that I had my first sexual experiences. I was with a couple of different girls and they were all completely different from each other. Additionally (although not at the same time- I saw everyone individually and with time in-between each person), I was with two somewhat random guys. I saw them a couple times but never formed a relationship. When I was on the medication, I felt different, more out going, ect… and its during this time that I first thought that I might be gay. I was scarred. I was just thinking one night, and scared myself and did the whole “oh, fuck I’m gay thing.”
- Around senior year, I met this Freshmen girl and until recently we had been together in a relationship for three years. I stopped the antidepressants shortly after I met her. She broke up with me two months ago because she feels that she’s a lesbian. I met her when I was a senior and 21 and she was a Freshmen and 17 going on 18. She just recently had a 21 b-day and now I’m 24. We don’t talk anymore. Not even as friends. When we met, she identified herself as bi. I had thoughts that I might be gay- before her, but I never really knew any gay or bi people. I think one thing that we bonded over was our questioning of our orientations.
I’ve gotten way off track…
- I have a lot of debt and I’m in a really bad place in my life. I’m working on becoming an alcoholic. I have no friends- I could never relate to guys. Sometimes I get suicidal. My older brother and younger sister are in better positions than me financially (for various and different reasons that are of no fault of my own)
My parents go divorced this year. My mom is displaying signs of schizophrenia. My brother, sister, and I don’t have the means to help or support her. Odds are she’ll end up on the streets. My dad is an emotionally, verbally, abusive person and my brother and I rarely talk to him. Only my sister does- but she has a whole different relationship with him.
I think I might be gay because my dad didn’t give me enough love. I know some people don’t even have fathers- but I’m thinking that since my dad was around- but not there at the same time, that makes my want love from another guy that much more. Additionally, I feel like my dad kept all the "power". He never really empowered his sons. He actually did and still does the opposite- which I think is to make himself feel good. I grew up in this house but was never empowered and I don't think its an issue of "taking the power". Maybe it is. In any event, I feel like shit. A lot of time I feel both masculine and feminine. Masculine in the sense that I could- literally at any moment (lucky my dad doesn't live by me) smash my dads face with a wrench- and feminine in the sense that I have no power what so ever- no family. My little sister is in a better position than me. I have to ask my older brother for money... and I won't have money for a decent amount of time...
I think I just want to figure this out and accept this whole sexuality thing because my life on all other fronts is already so messed up. I feel like that if at least I get a hold on this sexuality thing, it’ll be one thing off my mind. Additionally, I want to get this sexuality thing solved because the debt will be there a long time. So will the family issues. I can’t escape them.


















