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Well, first I should state that I am so overwhelmed with anxiety right now, it's really difficult for me to post this here and I am wondering if I am not just digging myself into this hole of despair even more.
For the past 3 or 4 months, I've been obsessive over the fact that I might gay/bisexual. This is like a nightmare for me to realize this after 25 years of knowing myself. To think that I'm not who my identity says I am. I've had so many trials and tribulations thus far and to think that I now have to get used to this "new me" while establishing myself in this world at the same time, is really too much.
When I dig deep into my past, I can find nothing that would indicate a gay orientation. My first kiss when I was around the age of 9 or 10 was with a girl and I remember always associating erections with the nude female form. I remember me and my cousin drawing pictures at the kitchen table in the presence of my parents and talking about erections, much to my dad's amusement. I remember saying to my cousin something along the lines of "You know a boner, like when you see a naked girl" and my mom being rather shocked and somewhat disturbed, but my dad laughing a bit. I believe this was long before I knew a whole lot about sex and I cannot recall every having similar feelings in relation to other males.
Anyway, I started masturbating at around 11/12 years old, even though I still wasn't very educated about sex. In elementary school and especially Junior High/High School, I had many "crushes" on female classmates and a lot of my teachers. I have only attempted to get a girlfriend a few times during these years, but failed. Insecurity has been something that still plagues me to this day and there has been times where I felt completely undesirable in the eyes of the opposite sex. One incident that still sticks out in my mind is when I was called ugly by a girl at school. Insecurity, low self-esteem and a lot of contempt for other people. Many gay/bisexual people say "I felt different from an early age". I did too, but no matter how hard I try, I cannot relate it to sexual orientation. I was treated as if I was different and made to feel I was, thus I felt I was and still to this day I do.
During Junior High, I began to use two tools of escapism: drugs and porn. Smoking pot and breaking out the porn and masturbating all night became a regular late night ritual for me. The goal was to escape this world and enter that of one which was total pleasure and where I wasn't hated or found disgusting, but where I was desirable and wanted. I hated conventional society and always had a need to "shock" people and I found an idol in Marilyn Manson in those days (yes, I had bad taste). From that I developed a distaste for organized religion and I was always drawn to that which was shocking, taboo and scary to other people. I began dying my hair, dressing "freaky". This plus the fact I was painfully shy with girls and mostly seen with guy friends got me labeled a faggot, queer and I even had people question me if I was gay. This angered me, especially considering the fact I was dying inside because I wanted nothing more than a girlfriend, but when the time would come I would freeze up with them.
Well, from what I remember thoughts of sex with men didn't come into play until after I began feeling like a "faggot". In my drug-induced fantasies I would have sex with women, men, shemales....everything and everything I saw in my stacks of porn mags. There were no limitation and I was often the object of desire. I never thought much about them really, because outside of that fantasy world - I can honestly say that I've never felt desire for other males and if I would think about it, I can recall feeling disgusted by the thought. It was simply not reality, but since Junior High I've always carried this paranoid, insecure feeling of being looked at as a gay person. Even though in recently I didn't think much about it, especially during my rare periods of confidence.
The fantasies always carried themes though. I remember thinking my dick was too small in those days and always felt scared that a girl would think it was too small and thinking my male friends had bigger ones, which lead to feeling like less-of-a-man and inadiquant. The men I'd engage in sexual activity with were always superior, porn star types. I remember one vivid one where one said "that's not a cock...this is what you need". Though I didn't think hard about it, this seemed like a way to obtain what I lacked. I think also my mind was eroticzing the fear and torment I felt. I'd have sex group sex with masculine men in which I was the main, often submissive focus and some how my brain relates that to those who called me faggot and made me feel like one. This felt good, as these men weren't hating me and mocking me for being a fag, but actually embracing me for it.
Anyway, After 9th grade I was kicked out of school for being a trouble maker. I was transfered to a new one and that is where I met my first girlfriend. I believe I had to be about 16/17 years old. Losing my virginity felt great and I couldn't get enough of sex. Due to insecurity and paranoia, I lost her after being together over a year and a half. I sank into such a deep depression over losing her. I cried my eyes old and it took a long time to get over it.
It wasn't until a few years ago that I got the internet and was exposed to the wonderful web of any kind of porn I wanted to see. For a long time now, I've engaged in cyber sex and sexual conversation with men, women, crossdressers and such in which I claimed to be bisexual and even lied about having multiple sexual experiences with both men and women - none of which were truth. To me, this felt like a role until recently and now I really question where I stand. When I'd have cyber with men, which wasn't as often as with women. I didn't want to see their pics as I did with women, I didn't like showing them my cam when I had one. After it was over, I'd just close the window and forget them.
I can honestly say that I really don't think I ever felt romantic/emotional attraction for me. Even physical attraction. I've never been out at Wal-Mart or walking the streets and saw a guy that caused excitment in me. I never felt anything for a male classmate, but I have had certain male friends I hung out with more than others. To think I might of had a homosexual attraction for them, creates anxiety in me.
Anyway, in october of '06 I had a sexual encounter with another male. Thanks to the internet, I discovered what gloryholes were. I was working in the city at the time and somehow found out that many of the porn shops had them. It felt exicting to think about, but I was very hestitant to do it. I wasn't think about how this could possibility change the way I viewed myself. I don't think it was desire for men either, I think it was an impulse to do something "dirty" and keep in mind, my last sexual encounter was about 4 years before (blowjob from a female who lived close by). I desired girls so badly, looking at them on the street, yet felt I wasn't good enough for them. Anyway, I woke up one day hellbent on doing it. I watched gay porn before I left the house to get in the mood and to make a long story short, I got a quick blowjob. I can't recall "how it felt", as it felt like a dream, as if it took place in my head. I honestly feel that is there wasn't a wall between us, I doubt I could of went through with it. Or, if I thought harder about it. I felt unwanted and felt my desire for women was doomed and since none wanted me, why not just do it? Fuck the world...get sexual release from somebody who will do it.
Anyway, this didn't start to bother me until a year after. After I sank into a deep depression and I've been conflicted about the gay porn, the cyber sex, looking at craigslist ads for encounters with crossdressers, guys and transexuals...
For the past few months, I've researched every damn website on sexuality, which I think has confuses me more. I've talked to gay/bi men. Some told me I was in denial, other's told me I was straight and have nothing to worry about.
I've been using porn now as a "test". I've been looking at images of men and women and trying to see what arouses me and what doesn't.
I recently after being single for 8 years, finally started a relationship with a girl. She lives on the other side of the world, but I've known her for 4 years and she might be moving here in only a few months. We went out on our first real date early this month and I got an erection just from her leg on my knee!
I didn't tell her about the encounter, but I have told her I am conflicted with thoughts I might be gay/bisexual. I told her it's an OCD think, which I believe is rather true. I found out about Homosexual Obsessive Compulsive disorder and my head is very similar to those who have it. She thinks I am wasting my time thinking about it and she is tried of hearing me conflicted over it. Weird think, I've talked to her online about it, but over the phone and in-person, I can't. It just seems crazy when it comes out of my mouth.
I came close to telling her we shouldn't label ourselfs as "in a relationship" yet, but I can't let her go. I have fears maybe I am not attracted to her and just using her as "a beard". Since she lives far, far away I have paranoid fears that it seems like a perfect homosexual excuse.
Since this has being happening, it feels as if women are a million miles away. They were on my mind constantly and now it's like I have no emotion and I am loaded with anxiety.
I hear stories of guys coming out at 25/later in life and I am scared shitless.
One thing that keeps me from labeling myself gay/bi, except for the doubt I have over actually having a face to face encounter with a man and extreme fear of losing the attraction for women and conforming to life with another man - is straightguise.com reading a lot of stuff on this site, makes me relate to it...
Am I a closet case or a really conflicted sexual-starved straight man?
I also want to ask gay men who were married/in relationships with women if they felt depressed over losing a female companion?
For the past 3 or 4 months, I've been obsessive over the fact that I might gay/bisexual. This is like a nightmare for me to realize this after 25 years of knowing myself. To think that I'm not who my identity says I am. I've had so many trials and tribulations thus far and to think that I now have to get used to this "new me" while establishing myself in this world at the same time, is really too much.
When I dig deep into my past, I can find nothing that would indicate a gay orientation. My first kiss when I was around the age of 9 or 10 was with a girl and I remember always associating erections with the nude female form. I remember me and my cousin drawing pictures at the kitchen table in the presence of my parents and talking about erections, much to my dad's amusement. I remember saying to my cousin something along the lines of "You know a boner, like when you see a naked girl" and my mom being rather shocked and somewhat disturbed, but my dad laughing a bit. I believe this was long before I knew a whole lot about sex and I cannot recall every having similar feelings in relation to other males.
Anyway, I started masturbating at around 11/12 years old, even though I still wasn't very educated about sex. In elementary school and especially Junior High/High School, I had many "crushes" on female classmates and a lot of my teachers. I have only attempted to get a girlfriend a few times during these years, but failed. Insecurity has been something that still plagues me to this day and there has been times where I felt completely undesirable in the eyes of the opposite sex. One incident that still sticks out in my mind is when I was called ugly by a girl at school. Insecurity, low self-esteem and a lot of contempt for other people. Many gay/bisexual people say "I felt different from an early age". I did too, but no matter how hard I try, I cannot relate it to sexual orientation. I was treated as if I was different and made to feel I was, thus I felt I was and still to this day I do.
During Junior High, I began to use two tools of escapism: drugs and porn. Smoking pot and breaking out the porn and masturbating all night became a regular late night ritual for me. The goal was to escape this world and enter that of one which was total pleasure and where I wasn't hated or found disgusting, but where I was desirable and wanted. I hated conventional society and always had a need to "shock" people and I found an idol in Marilyn Manson in those days (yes, I had bad taste). From that I developed a distaste for organized religion and I was always drawn to that which was shocking, taboo and scary to other people. I began dying my hair, dressing "freaky". This plus the fact I was painfully shy with girls and mostly seen with guy friends got me labeled a faggot, queer and I even had people question me if I was gay. This angered me, especially considering the fact I was dying inside because I wanted nothing more than a girlfriend, but when the time would come I would freeze up with them.
Well, from what I remember thoughts of sex with men didn't come into play until after I began feeling like a "faggot". In my drug-induced fantasies I would have sex with women, men, shemales....everything and everything I saw in my stacks of porn mags. There were no limitation and I was often the object of desire. I never thought much about them really, because outside of that fantasy world - I can honestly say that I've never felt desire for other males and if I would think about it, I can recall feeling disgusted by the thought. It was simply not reality, but since Junior High I've always carried this paranoid, insecure feeling of being looked at as a gay person. Even though in recently I didn't think much about it, especially during my rare periods of confidence.
The fantasies always carried themes though. I remember thinking my dick was too small in those days and always felt scared that a girl would think it was too small and thinking my male friends had bigger ones, which lead to feeling like less-of-a-man and inadiquant. The men I'd engage in sexual activity with were always superior, porn star types. I remember one vivid one where one said "that's not a cock...this is what you need". Though I didn't think hard about it, this seemed like a way to obtain what I lacked. I think also my mind was eroticzing the fear and torment I felt. I'd have sex group sex with masculine men in which I was the main, often submissive focus and some how my brain relates that to those who called me faggot and made me feel like one. This felt good, as these men weren't hating me and mocking me for being a fag, but actually embracing me for it.
Anyway, After 9th grade I was kicked out of school for being a trouble maker. I was transfered to a new one and that is where I met my first girlfriend. I believe I had to be about 16/17 years old. Losing my virginity felt great and I couldn't get enough of sex. Due to insecurity and paranoia, I lost her after being together over a year and a half. I sank into such a deep depression over losing her. I cried my eyes old and it took a long time to get over it.
It wasn't until a few years ago that I got the internet and was exposed to the wonderful web of any kind of porn I wanted to see. For a long time now, I've engaged in cyber sex and sexual conversation with men, women, crossdressers and such in which I claimed to be bisexual and even lied about having multiple sexual experiences with both men and women - none of which were truth. To me, this felt like a role until recently and now I really question where I stand. When I'd have cyber with men, which wasn't as often as with women. I didn't want to see their pics as I did with women, I didn't like showing them my cam when I had one. After it was over, I'd just close the window and forget them.
I can honestly say that I really don't think I ever felt romantic/emotional attraction for me. Even physical attraction. I've never been out at Wal-Mart or walking the streets and saw a guy that caused excitment in me. I never felt anything for a male classmate, but I have had certain male friends I hung out with more than others. To think I might of had a homosexual attraction for them, creates anxiety in me.
Anyway, in october of '06 I had a sexual encounter with another male. Thanks to the internet, I discovered what gloryholes were. I was working in the city at the time and somehow found out that many of the porn shops had them. It felt exicting to think about, but I was very hestitant to do it. I wasn't think about how this could possibility change the way I viewed myself. I don't think it was desire for men either, I think it was an impulse to do something "dirty" and keep in mind, my last sexual encounter was about 4 years before (blowjob from a female who lived close by). I desired girls so badly, looking at them on the street, yet felt I wasn't good enough for them. Anyway, I woke up one day hellbent on doing it. I watched gay porn before I left the house to get in the mood and to make a long story short, I got a quick blowjob. I can't recall "how it felt", as it felt like a dream, as if it took place in my head. I honestly feel that is there wasn't a wall between us, I doubt I could of went through with it. Or, if I thought harder about it. I felt unwanted and felt my desire for women was doomed and since none wanted me, why not just do it? Fuck the world...get sexual release from somebody who will do it.
Anyway, this didn't start to bother me until a year after. After I sank into a deep depression and I've been conflicted about the gay porn, the cyber sex, looking at craigslist ads for encounters with crossdressers, guys and transexuals...
For the past few months, I've researched every damn website on sexuality, which I think has confuses me more. I've talked to gay/bi men. Some told me I was in denial, other's told me I was straight and have nothing to worry about.
I've been using porn now as a "test". I've been looking at images of men and women and trying to see what arouses me and what doesn't.
I recently after being single for 8 years, finally started a relationship with a girl. She lives on the other side of the world, but I've known her for 4 years and she might be moving here in only a few months. We went out on our first real date early this month and I got an erection just from her leg on my knee!
I didn't tell her about the encounter, but I have told her I am conflicted with thoughts I might be gay/bisexual. I told her it's an OCD think, which I believe is rather true. I found out about Homosexual Obsessive Compulsive disorder and my head is very similar to those who have it. She thinks I am wasting my time thinking about it and she is tried of hearing me conflicted over it. Weird think, I've talked to her online about it, but over the phone and in-person, I can't. It just seems crazy when it comes out of my mouth.
I came close to telling her we shouldn't label ourselfs as "in a relationship" yet, but I can't let her go. I have fears maybe I am not attracted to her and just using her as "a beard". Since she lives far, far away I have paranoid fears that it seems like a perfect homosexual excuse.
Since this has being happening, it feels as if women are a million miles away. They were on my mind constantly and now it's like I have no emotion and I am loaded with anxiety.
I hear stories of guys coming out at 25/later in life and I am scared shitless.
One thing that keeps me from labeling myself gay/bi, except for the doubt I have over actually having a face to face encounter with a man and extreme fear of losing the attraction for women and conforming to life with another man - is straightguise.com reading a lot of stuff on this site, makes me relate to it...
Am I a closet case or a really conflicted sexual-starved straight man?
I also want to ask gay men who were married/in relationships with women if they felt depressed over losing a female companion?

















