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Hey guys!
I wanted to share my recent coming out experience. I know that for many people, like myself, you learn to live with your closeted self for a long time, and I think that hearing someone's story could be helpful.
To start, I should say that I am 31 years old. I've always known that I liked guys... well at least since I was 14 or so... but I've liked girls as well. I've lived my life up to this point as a straight man with my past being littered with a few gay experiences that I would always promptly sweep under the carpet. There have been many times where I thought I was entirely gay...especially since I have fallen in love with men before. Still, I would watch straight and even lesbian porn and get off... have sex with women, make out with women and I never felt uncomfortable, I liked it. I even have fallen in love with a few women. Now that you have that background, let's get to it.
I've been living in Seattle for a little over a year now, but I spent all of my high school years in Texas which is...not the best place to be openly whatever. What I mean is that living in the Bible Belt can make it especially difficult to come to terms with who you are. If you are reading this and considering coming out, but live in a place where this is the case, I want to first say that no matter how tough it may seem, it is worth it.
In the year I've been here in Seattle, I have made several friends, and one of them has quickly become one of the closest friends I have ever had. About a month ago he called me to go to a brunch with him, and then to my shocking surprise, he came out to me...as bisexual. I listened...and went through a lot of thoughts in my head. He is a few years younger than me, so I thought "wow, he's got his shit together, even at his age! what am i doing?"... so I went outside, had a smoke, came back in and had a shot, and then told him "Welcome to the Club." This took him by surprise as well, so much so he had a blank stare on his face... I think he may originally have thought I was making fun of him, lol. Anyway, turns out, this happened literally right before Pride weekend here in Seattle so we went out to pride and had a great time...
That's not what I want to tell you about though. What I want to tell you about is what I experienced when I first started telling all of my friends and family in the days following this. Most (not quite all) of my friends were really supportive, even the ones in Texas who I called to tell. Here in Seattle, I'm fortunate that Seattle is a very liberal place and that the LGBTQ community is alive, protected, and loved by all so most of my friends here were even more excited than I was for my coming out. My favorite part is that now they even joke with me about girls and guys, and somehow it feels AMAZING to have that happen. I don't have to hide thinking a guy is attractive anymore. I don't have to pretend I'm not staring at a guy from across the bar. Interestingly enough, I'm not sure if I've never noticed before, but since I've come out, I swear I even get hit on by guys. My friends are convinced that this has always been happening but because I hadn't accepted myself, I just didn't ever notice.
My parents are a bit of a different story. My mother is...trying to wrap her head around it. My dad stopped speaking to me in this first month all together. He has said just a couple of words to me the other day so I suppose that's progress. Were there times when I've been so stressed about this that I wish I hadn't come out? Sure. Definitely. I've had my moments where I was asking myself "what have I done?" or "did I make the right choice in talking about this?" but I wouldn't take it back. Guys the first two weeks I was a wreck, and probably a person could have called me bipolar. I was extremely happy, then I'd be crying like a baby, and then I'd be back to party mode.
I say all that to say this: If you are reading this and considering coming out, I won't tell you "yes, you should definitely do it" because only you will know what is best for you. Also, sometimes it is about timing. I am 31 and just coming out of the closet...and sometimes I wish I had done it back in my 20s. Still, its never too late guys... and while I would never encourage someone to do something they are not comfortable with, what I CAN do is tell you it is a freedom like you wouldn't believe. It's the freedom to be yourself. It's the freedom be around your friends and loved ones and know that they REALLY AND TRULY love you because they know this *thing* about you, and love you anyway. They don't tear you down about it. They build you up about it. There are even fun parts to it all... now that my guy friends know I'm bisexual, if we are heading out they ask me things like "hey man, tell me honestly, do I look good?" or they ask me things like: "In your opinion, do I have a nice ass?"

Anyway, if even one person reads this and it helps in any way, I'd be happy to know that. Thanks for the time guys, and all comments are welcome!
I wanted to share my recent coming out experience. I know that for many people, like myself, you learn to live with your closeted self for a long time, and I think that hearing someone's story could be helpful.
To start, I should say that I am 31 years old. I've always known that I liked guys... well at least since I was 14 or so... but I've liked girls as well. I've lived my life up to this point as a straight man with my past being littered with a few gay experiences that I would always promptly sweep under the carpet. There have been many times where I thought I was entirely gay...especially since I have fallen in love with men before. Still, I would watch straight and even lesbian porn and get off... have sex with women, make out with women and I never felt uncomfortable, I liked it. I even have fallen in love with a few women. Now that you have that background, let's get to it.
I've been living in Seattle for a little over a year now, but I spent all of my high school years in Texas which is...not the best place to be openly whatever. What I mean is that living in the Bible Belt can make it especially difficult to come to terms with who you are. If you are reading this and considering coming out, but live in a place where this is the case, I want to first say that no matter how tough it may seem, it is worth it.
In the year I've been here in Seattle, I have made several friends, and one of them has quickly become one of the closest friends I have ever had. About a month ago he called me to go to a brunch with him, and then to my shocking surprise, he came out to me...as bisexual. I listened...and went through a lot of thoughts in my head. He is a few years younger than me, so I thought "wow, he's got his shit together, even at his age! what am i doing?"... so I went outside, had a smoke, came back in and had a shot, and then told him "Welcome to the Club." This took him by surprise as well, so much so he had a blank stare on his face... I think he may originally have thought I was making fun of him, lol. Anyway, turns out, this happened literally right before Pride weekend here in Seattle so we went out to pride and had a great time...
That's not what I want to tell you about though. What I want to tell you about is what I experienced when I first started telling all of my friends and family in the days following this. Most (not quite all) of my friends were really supportive, even the ones in Texas who I called to tell. Here in Seattle, I'm fortunate that Seattle is a very liberal place and that the LGBTQ community is alive, protected, and loved by all so most of my friends here were even more excited than I was for my coming out. My favorite part is that now they even joke with me about girls and guys, and somehow it feels AMAZING to have that happen. I don't have to hide thinking a guy is attractive anymore. I don't have to pretend I'm not staring at a guy from across the bar. Interestingly enough, I'm not sure if I've never noticed before, but since I've come out, I swear I even get hit on by guys. My friends are convinced that this has always been happening but because I hadn't accepted myself, I just didn't ever notice.
My parents are a bit of a different story. My mother is...trying to wrap her head around it. My dad stopped speaking to me in this first month all together. He has said just a couple of words to me the other day so I suppose that's progress. Were there times when I've been so stressed about this that I wish I hadn't come out? Sure. Definitely. I've had my moments where I was asking myself "what have I done?" or "did I make the right choice in talking about this?" but I wouldn't take it back. Guys the first two weeks I was a wreck, and probably a person could have called me bipolar. I was extremely happy, then I'd be crying like a baby, and then I'd be back to party mode.
I say all that to say this: If you are reading this and considering coming out, I won't tell you "yes, you should definitely do it" because only you will know what is best for you. Also, sometimes it is about timing. I am 31 and just coming out of the closet...and sometimes I wish I had done it back in my 20s. Still, its never too late guys... and while I would never encourage someone to do something they are not comfortable with, what I CAN do is tell you it is a freedom like you wouldn't believe. It's the freedom to be yourself. It's the freedom be around your friends and loved ones and know that they REALLY AND TRULY love you because they know this *thing* about you, and love you anyway. They don't tear you down about it. They build you up about it. There are even fun parts to it all... now that my guy friends know I'm bisexual, if we are heading out they ask me things like "hey man, tell me honestly, do I look good?" or they ask me things like: "In your opinion, do I have a nice ass?"
Anyway, if even one person reads this and it helps in any way, I'd be happy to know that. Thanks for the time guys, and all comments are welcome!

























