Ok, so here's the story.
I'm not really sure when I started to figure out I was gay. I just thought it was something I'd get over. I kept setting deadlines for me to get over this...problem. In retrospect, this was stupid. I did retarded stuff like gave it up for lent. Anyway....I had many girlfriends along the way, hoping again and again that I'd snap out of it. I set a final deadline of, when I kiss a girl, that'd be when my body would say, "what have you been doing? this is what you want!" So I went to college and, sure enough, ended up with a girlfriend. I kissed her and, shortly afterward, she dumped me. Aparently I wasn't sexual enough for her. Go figure. Anyway, I then got a second girlfriend. I made out with her. A lot. I kept hoping it would change. So we're making out one day and she realizes that I'm not...physically...reacting to her? She hops up and thinks it's her. For whatever reason I blurt out that it's not her, it's me. I promise. I blurt out that I'm gay. She gets upset, but then ends up helping me out through the rest of the year. Anyway...I end up telling all of my friends at college, one way or another. Far too many of them I ended up telling while I was shitfaced, but that's beside the point. My good friends ended up matchmaking me with this guy. He's really nice, cute, and really funny. Only problem is that I'm still infatuated with a guy I can't have. He's a brother of mine in a frat I'm in. He's gay, too, but I don't want to breech that barrier, you know? So that's problem number one: I'm hooking up with one guy, but I'm still lusting after this other guy. The guy I'm hooking up with is really cute, nice, funny, etc. UG! What to do?
Ok, so now I'm back home. None of my friends know back here. It's kinda harder since we used to hang out and "cruise for chicks." Aside from them, my greater challange is going to be telling my parents. Here's where the story gets interesting.
My mom got wasted recently and asked me why I never go out with any girls. I dodge the question but she persists. She pretty much tries to out me and says "I'm only going to ask this question once..." I set her down because she's unsteady at this point and I run up to my room. My dad takes care of my mom. I go out for the night. The next morning, I'm relieved to hear that my mom blacked out earlier in the evening and she doesn't mention anything about that. But I know she must have thought it since she said it when drunk. She keeps trying to get me to go out with some girl. Every girl she sees she suggests I go out with. I just continue to sidestep. I need to tell my parents. Especially since I'm seeing this guy...kinda. I told my sister, but her reaction was actually the worst I've recieved thus far. She asked me if I was sure, then told me that I couldn't be sure til I made out with a guy. Btw...I have since made out with a guy. Damn sure now. Anyway, I'm nervous and I'm kinda frustrated. I can't figure out how to bring it up. Ugh...I just wish it was over....
I'm not really sure when I started to figure out I was gay. I just thought it was something I'd get over. I kept setting deadlines for me to get over this...problem. In retrospect, this was stupid. I did retarded stuff like gave it up for lent. Anyway....I had many girlfriends along the way, hoping again and again that I'd snap out of it. I set a final deadline of, when I kiss a girl, that'd be when my body would say, "what have you been doing? this is what you want!" So I went to college and, sure enough, ended up with a girlfriend. I kissed her and, shortly afterward, she dumped me. Aparently I wasn't sexual enough for her. Go figure. Anyway, I then got a second girlfriend. I made out with her. A lot. I kept hoping it would change. So we're making out one day and she realizes that I'm not...physically...reacting to her? She hops up and thinks it's her. For whatever reason I blurt out that it's not her, it's me. I promise. I blurt out that I'm gay. She gets upset, but then ends up helping me out through the rest of the year. Anyway...I end up telling all of my friends at college, one way or another. Far too many of them I ended up telling while I was shitfaced, but that's beside the point. My good friends ended up matchmaking me with this guy. He's really nice, cute, and really funny. Only problem is that I'm still infatuated with a guy I can't have. He's a brother of mine in a frat I'm in. He's gay, too, but I don't want to breech that barrier, you know? So that's problem number one: I'm hooking up with one guy, but I'm still lusting after this other guy. The guy I'm hooking up with is really cute, nice, funny, etc. UG! What to do?
Ok, so now I'm back home. None of my friends know back here. It's kinda harder since we used to hang out and "cruise for chicks." Aside from them, my greater challange is going to be telling my parents. Here's where the story gets interesting.
My mom got wasted recently and asked me why I never go out with any girls. I dodge the question but she persists. She pretty much tries to out me and says "I'm only going to ask this question once..." I set her down because she's unsteady at this point and I run up to my room. My dad takes care of my mom. I go out for the night. The next morning, I'm relieved to hear that my mom blacked out earlier in the evening and she doesn't mention anything about that. But I know she must have thought it since she said it when drunk. She keeps trying to get me to go out with some girl. Every girl she sees she suggests I go out with. I just continue to sidestep. I need to tell my parents. Especially since I'm seeing this guy...kinda. I told my sister, but her reaction was actually the worst I've recieved thus far. She asked me if I was sure, then told me that I couldn't be sure til I made out with a guy. Btw...I have since made out with a guy. Damn sure now. Anyway, I'm nervous and I'm kinda frustrated. I can't figure out how to bring it up. Ugh...I just wish it was over....


















