I am 21...and not okay with myself at times.
i am a fairly discreet guy...i dont try to be it just happens like that. i had a really weird gap/part in my teenage years. dont get me wrong i did lots of fun things, normal things for the most part. (i.e. going out to parties, meeting up with friends, staying at friends houses, etc.) but the downfall on all of that was the fact that i was hiding behind a mask...not literally....but still. i was terrified about telling anyone about my "deeeeeeeeep darrrrrrrk secret" ...
(here comes the typical part)
i grew up at this place...seriously i moved there when i was 3 and didnt move out of that town until i was like 18....
i lived in a small hick town. (seriously i cannot stress that enough!) i mean...our "mall" had consisted of only like 4 stores(...as the years of me living there passed it became a building for the state...)and like the majority of people living there were intersted in the FFA and Riding and ragging on black people for whatever reason. ( i am really not intending for this to hurt anyones feelings, im just trying to stress the severity of me saying a small hick ass town.)
well i discovered in my middle school years that i was different. but i did a very good job of denying it. i had girlfriends and what not up until my Freshmen year. hell up until my senior year i had messed around with a few girls. but there was that first experience that i had with this guy one night at a party that just really jacked me up. in the sense that it left me at a state of being horribly confused with my life. now dont get me wrong, after i had that experience i was really ...i guess...depressed...i mean i went to school and straight home (at this time i was a sophmore in High school) which was odd for me...my best friend, we'll just leave the name at D, had confronted me about it and i told her what had happened. now keep in mind a LOT of people thought i was like this fuckin "P.I.M.P". i had guys even asking me all the time how i do it...as in having a trail of girls behind me...well that shouldve been a fucking clue to me being gay or whatever. girls traveled with me. hahaha. anyways, well D was totally shocked...i mean i was crying my eyes out to her, i was embarrassed and scared and anything under that... we spoke nothing about it for a while. until i started to get some attention from certain guys at school she would point it out and stuff and it was so weird. i was like "whoa...wtf is goin on?" haha. anyway well that guy i messed with became a person that i met up with every so often for the next year and a half or so. i mean it was weird. i had a thing for him. i was crushed when i heard that one of my girl friends even slept with him. it was all just new feelings. anyway, well years go by (and theres lots of funny/lame/weird/ stories i can tell you but im sure this is getting....WAY to long)...i get a lil comfortable about the dilema i was/am in and let some of my closest friends know whats going on with me...and its like a big fucking shock. like i was always questoning how in the hell did no one ever guess... i have told like...maybe 8 or so people (give or take) which is not a lot. now theres a few other people who found out one way or another, some by me .... i guess spending some "quality time
" haha with them or something.
i have since then moved away to a city. a nice sized one. i have gone to only 1 gay club, i have been in only 1 very short relationship (when i say short i mean short as in long enough to find out how well you like a job you just started..haha) and thats it. i really dont have any gay friends, or anything. i cannot really talk to anyone i guess. my best friend and roommate D seems a bit turned off by me talking about it sometimes ( or at least thats the feeling i get, sometimes) she always tells me how nasty anal sex is etc etc. so im guessing or looking too much into it. not sure yet. (that probably doesnt make any sense...sorry)
i guess my main problem and what not is...just coming to terms of this. i mean...im scared more than anything...
i am sure that my family has a good idea. but still. comments that are made...im not sure if they are nonchalantly just throwing their opinion out there or what....
im more unsure about things i guess. just by reading this, it should give you a good idea of how i am. i was saying all this in my head when i was typing so its coming out the way its intended. (seriously i havent deleted unless i made a small grammatical error)...
so in regards to this whole thread thingy, im sure lots of yall read this same thing over and over again....i can add a lot more, i just wanna see if anyone has any input for me at all...
i am very open minded and not to easily offended.
i just hope lots of yall out there are the same...
thanks again. & sorry if this is basically a wordy repost..
(cue the sad music)


i am a fairly discreet guy...i dont try to be it just happens like that. i had a really weird gap/part in my teenage years. dont get me wrong i did lots of fun things, normal things for the most part. (i.e. going out to parties, meeting up with friends, staying at friends houses, etc.) but the downfall on all of that was the fact that i was hiding behind a mask...not literally....but still. i was terrified about telling anyone about my "deeeeeeeeep darrrrrrrk secret" ...
(here comes the typical part)
i grew up at this place...seriously i moved there when i was 3 and didnt move out of that town until i was like 18....
i lived in a small hick town. (seriously i cannot stress that enough!) i mean...our "mall" had consisted of only like 4 stores(...as the years of me living there passed it became a building for the state...)and like the majority of people living there were intersted in the FFA and Riding and ragging on black people for whatever reason. ( i am really not intending for this to hurt anyones feelings, im just trying to stress the severity of me saying a small hick ass town.)
well i discovered in my middle school years that i was different. but i did a very good job of denying it. i had girlfriends and what not up until my Freshmen year. hell up until my senior year i had messed around with a few girls. but there was that first experience that i had with this guy one night at a party that just really jacked me up. in the sense that it left me at a state of being horribly confused with my life. now dont get me wrong, after i had that experience i was really ...i guess...depressed...i mean i went to school and straight home (at this time i was a sophmore in High school) which was odd for me...my best friend, we'll just leave the name at D, had confronted me about it and i told her what had happened. now keep in mind a LOT of people thought i was like this fuckin "P.I.M.P". i had guys even asking me all the time how i do it...as in having a trail of girls behind me...well that shouldve been a fucking clue to me being gay or whatever. girls traveled with me. hahaha. anyways, well D was totally shocked...i mean i was crying my eyes out to her, i was embarrassed and scared and anything under that... we spoke nothing about it for a while. until i started to get some attention from certain guys at school she would point it out and stuff and it was so weird. i was like "whoa...wtf is goin on?" haha. anyway well that guy i messed with became a person that i met up with every so often for the next year and a half or so. i mean it was weird. i had a thing for him. i was crushed when i heard that one of my girl friends even slept with him. it was all just new feelings. anyway, well years go by (and theres lots of funny/lame/weird/ stories i can tell you but im sure this is getting....WAY to long)...i get a lil comfortable about the dilema i was/am in and let some of my closest friends know whats going on with me...and its like a big fucking shock. like i was always questoning how in the hell did no one ever guess... i have told like...maybe 8 or so people (give or take) which is not a lot. now theres a few other people who found out one way or another, some by me .... i guess spending some "quality time
" haha with them or something.i have since then moved away to a city. a nice sized one. i have gone to only 1 gay club, i have been in only 1 very short relationship (when i say short i mean short as in long enough to find out how well you like a job you just started..haha) and thats it. i really dont have any gay friends, or anything. i cannot really talk to anyone i guess. my best friend and roommate D seems a bit turned off by me talking about it sometimes ( or at least thats the feeling i get, sometimes) she always tells me how nasty anal sex is etc etc. so im guessing or looking too much into it. not sure yet. (that probably doesnt make any sense...sorry)
i guess my main problem and what not is...just coming to terms of this. i mean...im scared more than anything...
i am sure that my family has a good idea. but still. comments that are made...im not sure if they are nonchalantly just throwing their opinion out there or what....
im more unsure about things i guess. just by reading this, it should give you a good idea of how i am. i was saying all this in my head when i was typing so its coming out the way its intended. (seriously i havent deleted unless i made a small grammatical error)...
so in regards to this whole thread thingy, im sure lots of yall read this same thing over and over again....i can add a lot more, i just wanna see if anyone has any input for me at all...
i am very open minded and not to easily offended.
i just hope lots of yall out there are the same...
thanks again. & sorry if this is basically a wordy repost..
(cue the sad music)











