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Have You Ever Had A Huge Turning Point In Your Life?

That would be when when my ex, Dave, declared his love for me.

Up to that point, I was on a self-destructive path...multiple sex partners, unprotected anonymous sex at arcades & bookstores, and generally being a sex pig.


His interest in me made me quit all that and start getting tested for my health.

And yet I continued to reject him because I was afraid of the age gap between us. Thank God that he was persistent.....

When we broke up, I could have easily gone back to that risky lifestyle. I am glad that I didn't.....
 
TheOscar said:
Your posts are hilarious. XD I haven't finished the book yet....
*shakes fist at school*
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I'm stuck on book 2. Martin's long-winded passages become insufferable with the predictable plot and I stopped reading it due to other factors going on which leaves little time to read.

I'll make a simple list because explaining is too much work. I just won't address the +/- of each one.

- Freeing myself from Catholicism.

- Becoming an RA at college.

- First full-time job.

- First serious relationship.
 
vulgar_newcomer said:
Yeah, it was when I sold my soul and everything that made me once I came out. Ditching all that was really what I was socially and only did gay things with my bf and partner.
He fucking died.
I am here still but all that was before him is lost, and those years I should have balanced and not disregarded my other interest which I am about. YOu can't rescale or grab years lost and sexual attraction isn't a calling card to forget the other things that make you special.
I mean if I was straight I wouldn't go to a country bar because straight people go. I would go if I liked the culture, life sytle, and music.
Why do only gay things even if you hate GA~GA and Madonna and drag queens? We should not fit into a box as a lump sum.

Some would call this bad as assimilation into mainstream society and I would say fuck you. I liked camping and holding frogs, and the next time I am stuck with a flaming queen from the Philippines going "eewwwh who would ever touch a lizard" I am going to puke and say why,...why did I ever leave what I had for some cock???
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sounds like you are quite bitter still. :)
 
25 years ago I met some wonderful, lovely folks that inspired me to come out.

20 years ago I began a wanderjahr prompted by getting fired for being out.

The fall of the towers 10 years ago became a symbol for the same sort of thing that was occurring in my personal, social and emotional life.

But, really, isn't each and every second a turning point, if we but grasp it? Heisenberg, the Many-Worlds Theory... a spinning coin. Heads or Tails?

Smile or Frown, The Kind Word or the Snarl, how many choices do we face during the day? How many choices are piled on top of each other, like trade tower storeys ad infinitum, within a single moment of time?
 
Going to university when I was 18. For the first time in my life I had my own money to spend on what I wanted, I could go where I wanted and get in at whatever time I liked. For the first time I could sleep with whoever I fancied and found men who wanted to sleep with me. Never before or since has a 2 hour drive up the motorway made so much difference.
 
My coming out was the first part and my attempting suicide and nearly succeeding was the second.

Third is yet to come.
 
My turning point was getting a DUI. I was a complete train wreck alcoholic. I was living from paycheck to paycheck. Couldn't keep the utilities on. Spending all my money on vodka.

Then I got stopped one night driving without my headlights on. I got the field sobriety tests, which of course I failed. I went to city jail, got strip searched, spent the next 10 hours there. Spent over $2,000 in lawyers and fines.

I quit drinking for 10 years. I now own a house, have a nice jeep, and money in the bank. I occasionally will have a beer at home now but don't even enjoy it any more. I'd probably have killed myself, or worse, someone else by now if I hadn't gotten busted.

So getting a DUI was the best thing that ever happened to me.
 
Without a doubt, the major turning point for me was meeting my best friend our freshman year of college. He insisted we be friends, but I resisted because I had learned to have walls around me and to be distrusting of everyone because I had this major secret (being gay) that I couldn't let anyone know. We were like the irresistable force meeting the immovable object. I doubt a day goes by when I am not thankful that he won that battle. Even though I didn't tell him I was gay until sophmore year, from him I learned about unconditional love and acceptance. He showed me with his life that is was OK to be me. I'll never forget the day he told me I was his best friend and that he loved me. He had tons of friends, but he chose me as best friend. He loved setting me up with dates so we could double date, yet when I told him I was through dating girls and gave no explanation, he never questioned me.

I am fairly sure that had he not come into my life and changed me, I would never have allowed myself to love a man, which means there would likely never have been any children and I often wonder if I would have had the courage to live openly and honestly as a gay man, like I do today.
 
Yeah, when I lost my best friend 5 years go because I fell in love with him... It quite changed my personality and I am more mature and experienced due to that. But it was not for free...
 
But seriously, my life pretty much changed when I got my first job. Money -- good money -- is very liberating. After so many years of dependence and limiting yourself to your finances... money can be a good thing.
 
sixthson said:
Without a doubt, the major turning point for me was meeting my best friend our freshman year of college. He insisted we be friends, but I resisted because I had learned to have walls around me and to be distrusting of everyone because I had this major secret (being gay) that I couldn't let anyone know. We were like the irresistable force meeting the immovable object. I doubt a day goes by when I am not thankful that he won that battle. Even though I didn't tell him I was gay until sophmore year, from him I learned about unconditional love and acceptance. He showed me with his life that is was OK to be me. I'll never forget the day he told me I was his best friend and that he loved me. He had tons of friends, but he chose me as best friend. He loved setting me up with dates so we could double date, yet when I told him I was through dating girls and gave no explanation, he never questioned me.

I am fairly sure that had he not come into my life and changed me, I would never have allowed myself to love a man, which means there would likely never have been any children and I often wonder if I would have had the courage to live openly and honestly as a gay man, like I do today.
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Is he now your partner ?
 
I think I'm at the start of one of those right now.

I started thread tonight in Hot Topics that got me thinking.

Thinking about how much work my co-workers and I at my last job put in trying to make that enterprise a success. And how it didn't matter them in the end. When they wanted to cut their budget they didn't have any problem laying off 35 of us.

I realize I'm not the only one with this same story. It's been a huge change in my life, and I'm still not sure where it's leading.

I guess I need to find a new direction for my life and try not be bitter about the past.

Anyway, I hope this is off subject. (I know I have a problem with doing that.)

(I just noticed this is my 1,300 post, how did that happen?)
 
My turning point was when I first saw London. I always dreamed of seeing London but then unfortunately I had a run with really bad luck. I had a breakdown and I couldn't get a job. I thought I would not only never see London but also that I would never have something to look forward to again.

It sounds silly but when I first saw the Thames, I felt better. I felt like I can trust to hope again and I did. When I got back I had a run of exceptionally good luck and found my dream job. Soon I will go back to London again and it means alot to have that to look forward to.
 
Being diagnosed with Polio at age 8; written up in papers as one of the first diagnosed after having had the Salk vaccine.

Giving my first blow job to a boy at the age of 11. I knew I was hooked but had to keep it a secret.

Getting thrown out of the seminary without being given a reason.

At age 16, falling in love with my first boyfriend.

At age 22, the boyfriend suddenly left me (huge depression for years).

Getting drafted into the Army during 'Nam.

Falling in love with a girl for the first time and getting married a year later (major change in my life, to the good).

The birth of my son.

My divorce and single parenting my then 4 year old son.

My one an only DUI (a wreck that nearly killed me - I was 2.3)

My son going off to college and I re-entered the gay scene with a splash and came out to all but dad and work - a very freeing thing to do.

Falling in love with my second ever boyfriend and proposing to him.

Boyfriend suddenly leaving me with no reason given (another depressing period of years).
 
A few:

My mother and father divorcing when I was 8.

Learning I could make my own money, when I got a paper route at 9.

At 15, finally having friends--my mother and step-father had found it "necessary" to move the family every 6- 12 months before that.

When I was 17 and moved to the West Coast with my family. Discovered I was definitely a westerner.

At 22, got a job as a manager. Left college to do it, but I found I loved being in charge and responsible for people, budgets, etc..

Age 36, discovered men. Went from straight to gay in a week.

Age 50, met my current partner and learned how to have an unselfish, loving open relationship.
 
I faced my true sexuality about three-and-a-half years ago after living a lifetime in denial.

Left a well-paying job to pursue a life's goal. Now, I am looking for work again in a lousy economy.

Paid my own way through college. Worked days and went to night school.
 
I came out properly after many years, two weeks ago.

I met a guy 2 months ago, an FWB who became a bf 3 weeks ago. In order to do right by him and not keep him my dirty little secret, I came out properly and told everyone about my sexuality. Mixed reactions, but mostly positive.

It's been emotional, not always easy and I've taken a lot of flak from both sides - annoying; I'm doing the best that I can here with zero experience in this area and the bf is getting cranky when I get things wrong - but I think thus far it's been for the best and although the first five or six days were hell and really depressing things have got better.

Early days, but I'm optimistic about all of it at the mo. :D

-d-
 
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