I’ve been hanging around on this website for a while now, without really posting. But it may be time to change.
I need to talk and I hope it’s gonna relieve me. I feel like I have a kinda burden I can’t share with anyone. And I’m tired of it.
In 2 words, I would describe myself as lost and confused. I could talk during hours or write pages, but I’ll try to make it short and clear. To sum up, I am 25, never had any girlfriend or boyfriend (no comment I know it’s pathetic), though I think I’m pretty smart and kinda cute. So what’s wrong with me? That’s the question I’ve been asking to myself for too long now.
Growing up, my friends, and I’d even say anyone around me, began dating. Not me. Worse, today some of my friends have just got married. What the fuck?!? At the beginning, I thought that I had to be patient and wait my turn. The problem is that I have never met a girl I really felt for. Some girls were interested, but I wasn’t. They were great friends but that’s it. Sometimes I try to find what was missing and think I should have made an effort… So I’ve been thinking that I am too picky, romantic, or idealistic but also not self-confident enough, too introverted, lonesome, or shy, although I prefer saying mysterious or secret. It’s true that I do not open up easily. I’ve never been really close to someone because I do not let that happen. I always keep control. I don’t trust. I never fully disclose myself.
Then, I must confess gay porn really turns me on. I began “normally” with straight porn, but with the internet and its realm of possibility, I turned toward gay porn. Younger, I had a body complex, so looking at half-naked men was nice because they were what I wanted to reach. Today, I have changed my body, I’m working out; nonetheless the complex has not entirely vanished. And I still find hot guys existing. About porn, I would say my behavior is cyclical. After some weeks jerking off watching gay porn, when I can no longer stand what I am doing, my mind gets the upper hand back and I stop porn, turning off my desire at the same time… until I get too horny. What I have always considered (or wanted to consider) purely plastic curiosity may actually be more physical attraction. It’s also true that I don’t notice cute guys at school or in the street the same way as I notice beautiful girls.
On the other hand, I do not identify with the image of gays that you can see most of the time in the media and that is extremely stereotyped. It’s not what I am, what I want. But I end up wondering if this image wouldn’t be the truth. When, in a movie, I see a gay I could like, the role is actually performed by a straight guy. Even in the real life, the few gays I happen to know somehow match the stereotypes. But I may admit that the gays you notice are the ones who are noticeable precisely because they match those stereotypes. To try and find answers to my questions and have a broader image of homosexuality beyond stereotypes, I’ve also begun being interested in gay related topics, for example articles, TV shows about coming out or gay themed movies.
It’s not that I don’t like girls. I find some very beautiful (especially on TV or in magazines) but I’ve never been really attracted by one in reality. I have never felt this electricity, this alchemy. When I look at the others, I end up believing that I have a misconception of what I should feel. But at the same time, I think it’s so sad to lower expectations. But I perfectly imagine myself with a girl, and I’d like a family, to get married. It may be a straight view of life, the way we are programmed. And when I look at a movie with a love story between a guy and a girl, or a happy family, I think: that’s the real life, that’s what I want, I’m not different from the others, so why wouldn’t I get the same? Still about gay stereotypes, it seems it’s only about hook ups or open relationships. It may be fun in the short run, but what about the long run?
Today, I feel like I don’t live my life, as if I was empty inside. As if I had missed the train. As if I wasn’t on the same wavelength. As if I was a battlefield after the battle or an entirely white puzzle. I look at the others but I do not play their game because I do not know the rules. I miss the instructions for my life. I’m not blooming, really happy. I feel as if I was constantly wearing a mask. No one sees and knows the real me. But it’s not their fault. I do not even know who I am and what I want.
I recently moved to NYC from abroad for my studies (btw I’m sorry about my English mistakes). I wanted to go to get more independence, to be by myself, and maybe also to fly away. But I think it’s a great opportunity to figure out who I am, to make a fresh start.
But where to begin? On the one hand I think I should try to make out with a guy, but on the other hand it’s a big step. I’m fucking freaked out to take the plunge as well as tempted. My problem is that I think too much. It’s high time I do something. I also need to talk. But it’s extremely difficult to find someone to confide in. People you could trust are too close. Friends may be not close enough. You know that people will judge you and/or won’t understand. Moreover I’m not used to talking about so private thoughts. And even if you feel bad you get used to this situation. Even if your life sucks, you fear the change.
What if I’m wrong? What if I’m right?
One day, it’s clear, I think I’m gay. It would explain a lot but it’s hard to face
Another day, I think I was stupid the previous day, I’m misleading myself. I’m fucking straight; I only have issues with feelings.
The third day, I’m confused and do not know what to think
The last day, I bury everything deep inside of me and try to forget, fit in and fake
Sometimes I feel like I’ve built such fortifications that my heart has become icy, that I have no feelings. It’s so complicated… and even if it might appear clear for you reading all this, it’s absolutely not crystal clear to me.
Ok… I wanted to make it short… I failed, but I hope it’s not at least too confusing.
And congratulations if you’ve read everything!!
I need to talk and I hope it’s gonna relieve me. I feel like I have a kinda burden I can’t share with anyone. And I’m tired of it.
In 2 words, I would describe myself as lost and confused. I could talk during hours or write pages, but I’ll try to make it short and clear. To sum up, I am 25, never had any girlfriend or boyfriend (no comment I know it’s pathetic), though I think I’m pretty smart and kinda cute. So what’s wrong with me? That’s the question I’ve been asking to myself for too long now.
Growing up, my friends, and I’d even say anyone around me, began dating. Not me. Worse, today some of my friends have just got married. What the fuck?!? At the beginning, I thought that I had to be patient and wait my turn. The problem is that I have never met a girl I really felt for. Some girls were interested, but I wasn’t. They were great friends but that’s it. Sometimes I try to find what was missing and think I should have made an effort… So I’ve been thinking that I am too picky, romantic, or idealistic but also not self-confident enough, too introverted, lonesome, or shy, although I prefer saying mysterious or secret. It’s true that I do not open up easily. I’ve never been really close to someone because I do not let that happen. I always keep control. I don’t trust. I never fully disclose myself.
Then, I must confess gay porn really turns me on. I began “normally” with straight porn, but with the internet and its realm of possibility, I turned toward gay porn. Younger, I had a body complex, so looking at half-naked men was nice because they were what I wanted to reach. Today, I have changed my body, I’m working out; nonetheless the complex has not entirely vanished. And I still find hot guys existing. About porn, I would say my behavior is cyclical. After some weeks jerking off watching gay porn, when I can no longer stand what I am doing, my mind gets the upper hand back and I stop porn, turning off my desire at the same time… until I get too horny. What I have always considered (or wanted to consider) purely plastic curiosity may actually be more physical attraction. It’s also true that I don’t notice cute guys at school or in the street the same way as I notice beautiful girls.
On the other hand, I do not identify with the image of gays that you can see most of the time in the media and that is extremely stereotyped. It’s not what I am, what I want. But I end up wondering if this image wouldn’t be the truth. When, in a movie, I see a gay I could like, the role is actually performed by a straight guy. Even in the real life, the few gays I happen to know somehow match the stereotypes. But I may admit that the gays you notice are the ones who are noticeable precisely because they match those stereotypes. To try and find answers to my questions and have a broader image of homosexuality beyond stereotypes, I’ve also begun being interested in gay related topics, for example articles, TV shows about coming out or gay themed movies.
It’s not that I don’t like girls. I find some very beautiful (especially on TV or in magazines) but I’ve never been really attracted by one in reality. I have never felt this electricity, this alchemy. When I look at the others, I end up believing that I have a misconception of what I should feel. But at the same time, I think it’s so sad to lower expectations. But I perfectly imagine myself with a girl, and I’d like a family, to get married. It may be a straight view of life, the way we are programmed. And when I look at a movie with a love story between a guy and a girl, or a happy family, I think: that’s the real life, that’s what I want, I’m not different from the others, so why wouldn’t I get the same? Still about gay stereotypes, it seems it’s only about hook ups or open relationships. It may be fun in the short run, but what about the long run?
Today, I feel like I don’t live my life, as if I was empty inside. As if I had missed the train. As if I wasn’t on the same wavelength. As if I was a battlefield after the battle or an entirely white puzzle. I look at the others but I do not play their game because I do not know the rules. I miss the instructions for my life. I’m not blooming, really happy. I feel as if I was constantly wearing a mask. No one sees and knows the real me. But it’s not their fault. I do not even know who I am and what I want.
I recently moved to NYC from abroad for my studies (btw I’m sorry about my English mistakes). I wanted to go to get more independence, to be by myself, and maybe also to fly away. But I think it’s a great opportunity to figure out who I am, to make a fresh start.
But where to begin? On the one hand I think I should try to make out with a guy, but on the other hand it’s a big step. I’m fucking freaked out to take the plunge as well as tempted. My problem is that I think too much. It’s high time I do something. I also need to talk. But it’s extremely difficult to find someone to confide in. People you could trust are too close. Friends may be not close enough. You know that people will judge you and/or won’t understand. Moreover I’m not used to talking about so private thoughts. And even if you feel bad you get used to this situation. Even if your life sucks, you fear the change.
What if I’m wrong? What if I’m right?
One day, it’s clear, I think I’m gay. It would explain a lot but it’s hard to face
Another day, I think I was stupid the previous day, I’m misleading myself. I’m fucking straight; I only have issues with feelings.
The third day, I’m confused and do not know what to think
The last day, I bury everything deep inside of me and try to forget, fit in and fake
Sometimes I feel like I’ve built such fortifications that my heart has become icy, that I have no feelings. It’s so complicated… and even if it might appear clear for you reading all this, it’s absolutely not crystal clear to me.
Ok… I wanted to make it short… I failed, but I hope it’s not at least too confusing.
And congratulations if you’ve read everything!!










- I think you took a very big step today just getting all these words down 








