37 year old gay man.
I've been sexually repressed/abstinent/without physical contact for almost a decade now. It's not completely for lack of trying...much of it is that I have a hard time "hooking up." I need to be connected to someone for me to be able to really go there sexually. There are many other layers - fear, self-exclusion, emotional baggage I carry. I am not making excuses - it's just where I am. I've never dated. Never had a partner. Never had a boyfriend. No, I'm not a virgin - I've had sex multiple times. But at this point...I'm a born again virgin.
What happens to those of us who go so long without human contact? I'm lonely. I need and crave physical touch and sex. I want to be hugged, embraced, kissed, someone to hold my hand. I want all those things. But I fear I'm so far past the point of no return - I don't know how to do any of that anymore.
I'm not suicidal. I don't have destructive thoughts. I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm pretty darn adjusted to life. But...it's lonely. It's difficult. What happens to us? What do we do? Are we simply "unrepairable?"
Wondering if anyone else has had an experience such as this in their life. I hope I'm not the only one.
I've been sexually repressed/abstinent/without physical contact for almost a decade now. It's not completely for lack of trying...much of it is that I have a hard time "hooking up." I need to be connected to someone for me to be able to really go there sexually. There are many other layers - fear, self-exclusion, emotional baggage I carry. I am not making excuses - it's just where I am. I've never dated. Never had a partner. Never had a boyfriend. No, I'm not a virgin - I've had sex multiple times. But at this point...I'm a born again virgin.
What happens to those of us who go so long without human contact? I'm lonely. I need and crave physical touch and sex. I want to be hugged, embraced, kissed, someone to hold my hand. I want all those things. But I fear I'm so far past the point of no return - I don't know how to do any of that anymore.
I'm not suicidal. I don't have destructive thoughts. I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm pretty darn adjusted to life. But...it's lonely. It's difficult. What happens to us? What do we do? Are we simply "unrepairable?"
Wondering if anyone else has had an experience such as this in their life. I hope I'm not the only one.









