BiGuy1970
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I'm a closeted fem gay man. I'm in my early 50's. I live in Redneckville, Tx << joking, not joking. I had my first gay penetration as an adult, about 10 years ago, and it was so good, I almost fell in love with the man. Since then, I've gotten married to a woman, got into crossdressing and explored my sexuality with her. And of course, like all crossdressing gay men, I ended up divorced.
Throughout my life, I've always known that I wasn't the alpha-male type. Being sexually attracted to men was something that sort of came and went. When it came, it was an explosion inside the mind. Something that I almost dwelled on, until my reality came back to the forefront. My reality being that I had to be straight for everyone around me. And then, honestly, I was OK with that. Simply because I loved those around me. I loved the relationships I had with them. "Them" being my wife, girlfriends, my kids, co workers. I enjoyed them as they were, and didn't want to change anything. Especially for my kids. Maybe they would've supported me. Maybe not. It didn't matter because I love what I have with them.
But sometimes, in some situations, be it a look from across the room, a point being made by someone, I get the feeling that I'm not hiding my sexuality as much as I think. Like when I get into a conversation with one of my brothers. He rarely looks at anyone in the eyes when he's talking. But when he's talking to me about "rope suckers" (as he calls them), he looks me straight in the eyes.
Once I was having a normal conversation with a co worker on break. We somehow got into a discussion about gays. She said you can usually spot them by the way they hold their cigarettes. "They usually hold it closer to the end of their fingers." I looked down, and sure enough, I was holding it closer to my fingernails.
And there's other instances of "getting the feeling they know." But I'll leave that for later, if this thread goes anywhere.
This reminds me of that part in Brokeback Mountain where he asked the other guy if he sometimes feels like others know....
Throughout my life, I've always known that I wasn't the alpha-male type. Being sexually attracted to men was something that sort of came and went. When it came, it was an explosion inside the mind. Something that I almost dwelled on, until my reality came back to the forefront. My reality being that I had to be straight for everyone around me. And then, honestly, I was OK with that. Simply because I loved those around me. I loved the relationships I had with them. "Them" being my wife, girlfriends, my kids, co workers. I enjoyed them as they were, and didn't want to change anything. Especially for my kids. Maybe they would've supported me. Maybe not. It didn't matter because I love what I have with them.
But sometimes, in some situations, be it a look from across the room, a point being made by someone, I get the feeling that I'm not hiding my sexuality as much as I think. Like when I get into a conversation with one of my brothers. He rarely looks at anyone in the eyes when he's talking. But when he's talking to me about "rope suckers" (as he calls them), he looks me straight in the eyes.
Once I was having a normal conversation with a co worker on break. We somehow got into a discussion about gays. She said you can usually spot them by the way they hold their cigarettes. "They usually hold it closer to the end of their fingers." I looked down, and sure enough, I was holding it closer to my fingernails.
And there's other instances of "getting the feeling they know." But I'll leave that for later, if this thread goes anywhere.
This reminds me of that part in Brokeback Mountain where he asked the other guy if he sometimes feels like others know....









