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I apologize in advance if this ends up being long but I want to give a good background (as well as let this all out for my own mental health haha)
I met this friend “Billy” (straight male) about 3 years ago. We were slowly starting to hang out more, and then I left to study abroad for a semester shortly after. After I got back from my studies, I came back with the courage to finally come out to my family (with the inspiration of an awesome friend I met abroad). At this same time of great change in my life, I was continuing to become closer and closer with Billy. I wrestled back and forth if I should come out to him for a while. I kind of put it off, even though I had a feeling he suspected it anyway, as I would try to drop subtle hints (was very hard for me to actually say the words “im gay” at that point). Billy was going through some rough times and essentially was homeless at one point, and began crashing at my place more and more (well actually my parents, as I lived with them). Eventually, my generous parents just extended an invitation for him to live with us until he got on his feet.
I was stoked to have him live with me, as we were becoming really good friends. But I felt more and more that I needed to come out to him, now that we would be living together.
1. I was sick of pretending and having phony conversations about girls
2. I felt it was fair for him to know since we would be in close quarters.
So eventually, with a little liquid courage and a build-up of hints, I officially confirmed to him that I am gay. He said he had a feeling from some of my hints along the way, and didn’t really have a huge initial reaction other than that. It turns out the next year would be full of fights and arguments as he actually turned out to be pretty homophobic. We were both raised in a very conservative, mostly Christian community, so it wasn’t too surprising. He would make snide remarks about how gross it is and reference the Bible to try to put me down (while apparently choosing to ignore the parts that condemned him sleeping with his GF before marriage lol). It wasn’t the ideal first experience coming out to a male friend, but in general we enjoyed hanging out with each other. One of those 90 percent great/10 percent bad relationships, but the 10 percent could get REALLY BAD.
So we had our back and forths as he lived with me over the next year, but we slowly got to a place where we could joke about it instead of fight. He still didn’t completely understand or “agree” with it, but the harsh homophobic remarks ended and he started to empathize more with the struggles I’ve had to face.
Onto my main issue: yes, you guessed it, falling for a straight guy. I had no initial attraction to him, and just thought he was a cool guy. However, the more I hung out with him the more I became attracted to him and I was even CONVINCED at one point early in our friendship that he had to be gay. It was, of course, all wishful thinking and reading into things that shouldn’t be read into. And other people’s suspicions of him being gay also added fuel to my fire. I knew what a dangerous path this was and would try to hold back my feelings for the sake of our friendship. I was very insecure at this point of my life and was dealing with all the emotions of coming out and actually starting to accept myself as being gay. The attention and close bond with Billy felt so good to have and my feelings for him continued to build, as much as I tried to keep them away. We ended up becoming very, very close and I was almost dependent on him to the point that I was basing my daily plans around him. There were plenty of complications as I would inevitably get jealous when he would spend too much time with his GF. I think I wanted a BF so bad that I would sometimes try to treat him like mine. It helped (or rather didn’t help), that he didn’t have any other close friends. So anytime that wasn’t spent with his GF - was spent with me. And I made sure to always make myself available for him no matter what!
We have had many ups and downs, but our recent fights were more a result of my irrational jealousy and clinginess, rather than his previous homophobia. About 5 months ago, I couldn’t take the ups and downs anymore, and I knew it was unhealthy for me and unfair to him. I was at my breaking point, so I was basically waiting for an opportunity to end the friendship with him. Not because I didn’t enjoy hanging with him, but because I felt it was driving me insane. So one night I stopped by to pick up something from him (he was now staying at his Mom’s house). We were out front, and I asked him to use the restroom inside because I had to go really bad and he replied, “No sorry”. I was puzzled and thought he was joking at first but he started getting really defensive when I asked again. I kept pushing it and then found out he wouldn’t let me use it because his family was very homophobic, and he had previously told them I’m gay. That, of course, broke my heart that I couldn’t use my best friend’s bathroom, almost like he was ashamed to bring me around his family. Maybe he was just trying to protect me, but either way it made me extremely mad. I stormed off and sent a rant of angry text messages to him and decided to use this as an opportunity to distance myself from him. I basically just told him I don’t think we should hang out for a while.
So we didn’t hang out for about 3 months, and although it was VERY hard, especially the first couple weeks, I managed to survive. Then he started reaching out and calling me more and said he wanted to forget the past and start fresh. I had an inner struggle because I genuinely care about him as a person and really love hanging out with him. The romantic and sexual desires just make it so hard to be around him because I haven’t found a way to get rid of them. I decided to give it another shot though, especially cause I still don’t have many other friends and would often be lonely.
It has been going pretty good so far, but I’m scared my feelings are starting to build back up more and more and I don’t want to repeat this vicious cycle. Has anyone found a good way to squash your feelings and remain friends in a situation like this? I have done my best not to use him as an object of my fantasies anymore. As previously, he would be one of my main fantasies when I would masturbate. I think it might help a little but my feelings aren’t going away completely. I would hate to have to lose him as a friend just because I can’t get over my attraction to him. Good friends are hard to come by, and even harder for me as I’m terrible at making them to begin with (although I am working on this).
By the way he has long suspected I have feelings for him and has confronted me about it multiple times. I of course have firmly denied it for the sake of saving our friendship. Although one drunken night I flat out asked him if I could suck his dick - so he has a pretty good idea lol. Obviously, he still wants to be friends even if he thinks I have feelings for him, although he has made it clear he would never be interested. How would you proceed?
I met this friend “Billy” (straight male) about 3 years ago. We were slowly starting to hang out more, and then I left to study abroad for a semester shortly after. After I got back from my studies, I came back with the courage to finally come out to my family (with the inspiration of an awesome friend I met abroad). At this same time of great change in my life, I was continuing to become closer and closer with Billy. I wrestled back and forth if I should come out to him for a while. I kind of put it off, even though I had a feeling he suspected it anyway, as I would try to drop subtle hints (was very hard for me to actually say the words “im gay” at that point). Billy was going through some rough times and essentially was homeless at one point, and began crashing at my place more and more (well actually my parents, as I lived with them). Eventually, my generous parents just extended an invitation for him to live with us until he got on his feet.
I was stoked to have him live with me, as we were becoming really good friends. But I felt more and more that I needed to come out to him, now that we would be living together.
1. I was sick of pretending and having phony conversations about girls
2. I felt it was fair for him to know since we would be in close quarters.
So eventually, with a little liquid courage and a build-up of hints, I officially confirmed to him that I am gay. He said he had a feeling from some of my hints along the way, and didn’t really have a huge initial reaction other than that. It turns out the next year would be full of fights and arguments as he actually turned out to be pretty homophobic. We were both raised in a very conservative, mostly Christian community, so it wasn’t too surprising. He would make snide remarks about how gross it is and reference the Bible to try to put me down (while apparently choosing to ignore the parts that condemned him sleeping with his GF before marriage lol). It wasn’t the ideal first experience coming out to a male friend, but in general we enjoyed hanging out with each other. One of those 90 percent great/10 percent bad relationships, but the 10 percent could get REALLY BAD.
So we had our back and forths as he lived with me over the next year, but we slowly got to a place where we could joke about it instead of fight. He still didn’t completely understand or “agree” with it, but the harsh homophobic remarks ended and he started to empathize more with the struggles I’ve had to face.
Onto my main issue: yes, you guessed it, falling for a straight guy. I had no initial attraction to him, and just thought he was a cool guy. However, the more I hung out with him the more I became attracted to him and I was even CONVINCED at one point early in our friendship that he had to be gay. It was, of course, all wishful thinking and reading into things that shouldn’t be read into. And other people’s suspicions of him being gay also added fuel to my fire. I knew what a dangerous path this was and would try to hold back my feelings for the sake of our friendship. I was very insecure at this point of my life and was dealing with all the emotions of coming out and actually starting to accept myself as being gay. The attention and close bond with Billy felt so good to have and my feelings for him continued to build, as much as I tried to keep them away. We ended up becoming very, very close and I was almost dependent on him to the point that I was basing my daily plans around him. There were plenty of complications as I would inevitably get jealous when he would spend too much time with his GF. I think I wanted a BF so bad that I would sometimes try to treat him like mine. It helped (or rather didn’t help), that he didn’t have any other close friends. So anytime that wasn’t spent with his GF - was spent with me. And I made sure to always make myself available for him no matter what!
We have had many ups and downs, but our recent fights were more a result of my irrational jealousy and clinginess, rather than his previous homophobia. About 5 months ago, I couldn’t take the ups and downs anymore, and I knew it was unhealthy for me and unfair to him. I was at my breaking point, so I was basically waiting for an opportunity to end the friendship with him. Not because I didn’t enjoy hanging with him, but because I felt it was driving me insane. So one night I stopped by to pick up something from him (he was now staying at his Mom’s house). We were out front, and I asked him to use the restroom inside because I had to go really bad and he replied, “No sorry”. I was puzzled and thought he was joking at first but he started getting really defensive when I asked again. I kept pushing it and then found out he wouldn’t let me use it because his family was very homophobic, and he had previously told them I’m gay. That, of course, broke my heart that I couldn’t use my best friend’s bathroom, almost like he was ashamed to bring me around his family. Maybe he was just trying to protect me, but either way it made me extremely mad. I stormed off and sent a rant of angry text messages to him and decided to use this as an opportunity to distance myself from him. I basically just told him I don’t think we should hang out for a while.
So we didn’t hang out for about 3 months, and although it was VERY hard, especially the first couple weeks, I managed to survive. Then he started reaching out and calling me more and said he wanted to forget the past and start fresh. I had an inner struggle because I genuinely care about him as a person and really love hanging out with him. The romantic and sexual desires just make it so hard to be around him because I haven’t found a way to get rid of them. I decided to give it another shot though, especially cause I still don’t have many other friends and would often be lonely.
It has been going pretty good so far, but I’m scared my feelings are starting to build back up more and more and I don’t want to repeat this vicious cycle. Has anyone found a good way to squash your feelings and remain friends in a situation like this? I have done my best not to use him as an object of my fantasies anymore. As previously, he would be one of my main fantasies when I would masturbate. I think it might help a little but my feelings aren’t going away completely. I would hate to have to lose him as a friend just because I can’t get over my attraction to him. Good friends are hard to come by, and even harder for me as I’m terrible at making them to begin with (although I am working on this).
By the way he has long suspected I have feelings for him and has confronted me about it multiple times. I of course have firmly denied it for the sake of saving our friendship. Although one drunken night I flat out asked him if I could suck his dick - so he has a pretty good idea lol. Obviously, he still wants to be friends even if he thinks I have feelings for him, although he has made it clear he would never be interested. How would you proceed?









