Ok, so I should start of by saying I'm a pretty paranoid dude, and I feel that I can link that back to a few things.
I should also say that transsexual porn really turns me on so it must be the two cocks in the picture right? I consider myself somewhat bissexual, but see no reason to try hooking up with a guy because I'm not sure it's what I'd enjoy. Still, I don't deny the fact that I like what I like and am not really in denial over anything sexuality related.
This is pretty much my story:
Ok, so back in senior year of high school, I used to hang out with a guy who I became good friends with. Never did I think of hooking up with him, I don't really think of guys like that, although I have my fetishes that I do admit (listed above).
I kinda always had the feeling he was a little "wierd" (sorry if I offend anyone). Basically I thought he was either gay or bisexual. I never asked him, because I really didn't care and it was none of my business.
So after hanging out with him for a while, and after another one of my friends pretty much comes on to me when he was "drunk", I begin to think people believe I'M gay. I did have wierd porn on my computer, mainly a few transexual videos, and I'm sure him or some other friends saw what was on there at some point, which is my rationalization for thinking this.
So a few more odd things like this happen, I still think people around me are creating situations (where they talk about gay things and coming out) because they feel I have a reason to "come out" to them.
At this point, I'm a little taken aback, because I have no idea where they are coming from.
So I get to college, and I'm very homesick and depressed. I had been on antipsychotics and anti depressants leading up to my departure, but decided to go to college anyways.
One day a group of girls come into my room, who I sort of know, and they flat out ask me "are you gay?". I replied NO, because to the best of my knowledge, I don't consider myself gay. That really got me thinking what other people thought about me, becuase I never really considered myself gay or bisexual to that point in my life. I then went into a tailspin after drug and alcohol abuse, that most certainly stemmed from the stress of having someone question my self identity I thought was pretty solid.
I end up going into a psychotic downward spiral, creating all sorts of delusions in my head, threatening suicide because I couldn't take the fact that it was a whole dorm building against me, and eventually left school shortly after, and was admitted into a psychiatric hospital for two weeks.
So years pass, I try to forget about this and live my life, but I really want to make sense of it, so I start digging.
Again, I keep getting vibes where people around me think they are making attempts to "save me" and help me come out to them, but I feel if I told them I was gay I would be lying to myself and to them.
I also feel like a lot or a good portion of my crazy emotional/mental states the past three years has been because of my toils with my own identity and sexuality. I'm pretty sure I have my sexuality indentified (more or less bisexual), and I thought this self discovery would make me comfortable, but people around me are still attempting to coax what they think is a huge issue out of me.
I feel like my own self discovery is enough for me. I have literally gone to hell and back, all sorts of crazy fucked up realizations about life and myself have surfaced, and I accept them for what they are. But is it really my obligation to make this known to every human being around me?
I feel that this notion that people are pretty much creating my life the way they see fit is causing me more trouble and anguish than any sexual realization I could ever have, gay or not. In some aspects, I feel like maybe I've been indirectly pressured into thinking I'm gay or bisexual just because of the constant antagonizing I feel people throw towards me.
I have flat out asked my family members why they think I'm gay and why they keep trying this sort of thing, but that only ends up in embarassment because they have no idea what I'm talking about.
I know I should tell my therapist about this, and plan to soon once I get back in contact, but can anyone help me out? ](*,)](/images/smilies/bang.gif)
I should also say that transsexual porn really turns me on so it must be the two cocks in the picture right? I consider myself somewhat bissexual, but see no reason to try hooking up with a guy because I'm not sure it's what I'd enjoy. Still, I don't deny the fact that I like what I like and am not really in denial over anything sexuality related.
This is pretty much my story:
Ok, so back in senior year of high school, I used to hang out with a guy who I became good friends with. Never did I think of hooking up with him, I don't really think of guys like that, although I have my fetishes that I do admit (listed above).
I kinda always had the feeling he was a little "wierd" (sorry if I offend anyone). Basically I thought he was either gay or bisexual. I never asked him, because I really didn't care and it was none of my business.
So after hanging out with him for a while, and after another one of my friends pretty much comes on to me when he was "drunk", I begin to think people believe I'M gay. I did have wierd porn on my computer, mainly a few transexual videos, and I'm sure him or some other friends saw what was on there at some point, which is my rationalization for thinking this.
So a few more odd things like this happen, I still think people around me are creating situations (where they talk about gay things and coming out) because they feel I have a reason to "come out" to them.
At this point, I'm a little taken aback, because I have no idea where they are coming from.
So I get to college, and I'm very homesick and depressed. I had been on antipsychotics and anti depressants leading up to my departure, but decided to go to college anyways.
One day a group of girls come into my room, who I sort of know, and they flat out ask me "are you gay?". I replied NO, because to the best of my knowledge, I don't consider myself gay. That really got me thinking what other people thought about me, becuase I never really considered myself gay or bisexual to that point in my life. I then went into a tailspin after drug and alcohol abuse, that most certainly stemmed from the stress of having someone question my self identity I thought was pretty solid.
I end up going into a psychotic downward spiral, creating all sorts of delusions in my head, threatening suicide because I couldn't take the fact that it was a whole dorm building against me, and eventually left school shortly after, and was admitted into a psychiatric hospital for two weeks.
So years pass, I try to forget about this and live my life, but I really want to make sense of it, so I start digging.
Again, I keep getting vibes where people around me think they are making attempts to "save me" and help me come out to them, but I feel if I told them I was gay I would be lying to myself and to them.
I also feel like a lot or a good portion of my crazy emotional/mental states the past three years has been because of my toils with my own identity and sexuality. I'm pretty sure I have my sexuality indentified (more or less bisexual), and I thought this self discovery would make me comfortable, but people around me are still attempting to coax what they think is a huge issue out of me.
I feel like my own self discovery is enough for me. I have literally gone to hell and back, all sorts of crazy fucked up realizations about life and myself have surfaced, and I accept them for what they are. But is it really my obligation to make this known to every human being around me?
I feel that this notion that people are pretty much creating my life the way they see fit is causing me more trouble and anguish than any sexual realization I could ever have, gay or not. In some aspects, I feel like maybe I've been indirectly pressured into thinking I'm gay or bisexual just because of the constant antagonizing I feel people throw towards me.
I have flat out asked my family members why they think I'm gay and why they keep trying this sort of thing, but that only ends up in embarassment because they have no idea what I'm talking about.
I know I should tell my therapist about this, and plan to soon once I get back in contact, but can anyone help me out?
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