Were there early indications you were gay?

[Swellegant]

All early indications that I would grow up to be a drag queen started shortly after learning to walk... I was a bigger girl than any girl I knew.

The first really clear indication of homosexuality, however, was at Christmas when I was six: I very specifically asked "Santa" for a Big Jim doll (for those as weren't alive in 1974, Big Jim was a body-builder with thick wavy hair and an epic jaw who came packaged in short red satin trunks and had a gold arm-band that popped off when you bent his arm to flex the muscle; you could buy various athletic outfits for him, and he was HAWT); come the day, I received a wrapped box of the correct size and shape, and my excitement knew no bounds; then I opened the box to discover a GI Joe doll! In ugly tan desert fatigues, with a flocked crewcut and a beard! The nerve of "Santa"! I pitched the biggest fit my mother's family had ever seen: "But he's so uuuuugly!" I wailed, tears streaming down my face as I was dragged out of the room.

Then there was my crushes on Andy Gibb, Leif Garrett, and Solid Gold co-host Rex Smith (who filled up a pair of red leather jeans like no other), and my hoarding of Sears catalogs. Definite 'mo.

 

[e2ksj3]

I use to want to be around this one guy a lot when I was in preschool.

 

[YuuKoharu]

I don't know why, but a lot of friends wanted to experiment with me... And I didn't mind =P But that started when I was about 7 and lasted till around 10 or 11...

 

[Sinestro]

I always wanted to be Scorpina too!

But after the movie came out I wanted to be that big ol' queen Ivan Ooze.

What a coincedence, I did too, I mean what with the whole mind-control ooze lol. Ahh the good old days.

 

[FunFunk]

Well, for one thing, I never had a single girlfriend my whole life. Even as a sophomore in high school when all the hormones were raging and I even tried to befriend a girl I thought I wanted to be friends with. She was already a senior and I think she silently laughed to herself when I tried to be friendly toward her. As if to say, "Really? Who does he think he's fooling?"

Another thing, in middle school, somehow I was always drawn in gym class to the two gayest guys in the school, who also happened to be brothers. We hardly saw each other outside that class, but within that gym, we were best friends. The older one, George, was the most effeminate guy in the school. His younger brother, Eli, was actually somewhat butch. I always hated gym my whole life (except for running hurdles, which I loved, and swimming to some extent) and so did these two brothers. During gym, we almost always hung out together, the three of us, in one little area of the gym, George and especially loose-lipped-graphic-speech-oriented Eli talking about bathroom activities we were fixated on -- then telling passing classmates who asked what we were talking about exactly what we were talking about, without hesitation. (He would tell them rather proudly, actually.) Or sometimes we were outside when it was cold, with George observing Eli talking to me of how cold we all were and how good it was that at least we each had a nice pair of warm buns -- looking at me suggestively the whole time while they both wore those snug-fitting jeans that made their asses look so fine. (What a nice pair of friends; I wish we'd stayed in touch. I really admire those two now; they were really brave and confident to be so out in a school, suburb and era that frowned upon gays. I don't think people bothered them much either.) I think if I'd been less inhibited by my absurdly strict upbringing (*much* less inhibited) we probably would've had a three-way at some point.

Then, of course, there was the fact that, while in middle and high school, I used to enjoy going to the supermarket and picking up a copy of Muscle & Fitness magazine and taking it home to thoroughly enjoy the pics of big, hard male bodybuilders. With each passing photo, my dick would grow harder and harder.

Oh, and how could I forget my fifth grade camping trip, bunking together with my best school friend, Donald. Who was kind enough to do things like neatly arrange my shoes at camp (without anyone asking him to do so). ...And whose buns I couldn't help staring at while we were naked in the common shower. He was fair-skinned and his butt had this nice pinkish blush at the bottom of their cheeks.

My family was extremely homophobic so I didn't finally come out to *myself* as gay until my very early twenties, by which time I had been away at university for a couple years. But, I think most people suspected I was gay from long, long before that. My classmates definitely figured I was gay. And I think my family suspected too but definitely didn't want to talk about such a "shameful" "taboo" (not a single girlfriend; not one -- they were genuinely worried, I'm sure, lol). So odd for so many people to be convinced (rightly) that I was gay so long before I could tell myself I was. (Well, it's odd until you know what my family was like.)

Ah, memories...

 

[SexyLiciousBoy]

I think my daily viewings of "The Little Mermaid" paired with my costume was a good indication to everyone

LOL! Me too.
I also had quite a barbie collection.

 

[BrownBoi89]

So many signs! I just talked about this in another thread but here it goes again

1. Wanted and received an Ariel Barbie doll when I was a little kid
2. Wore high heels, a dress, jewellery, and lipstick to be a teacher once when my sis and I were playing
3. Would ask my aunt to paint my nails and paint bindis on my forehead (only worn by Indian women)
4. Was so obsessed with the Spice Girls that I would pose like them in every photo, I wished for them to show up at my house when I blew out the candles on my bday which is when I stopped believing in bday wishes, and I planned an entire Spice Girls concert on my bday where my cousins and I would dress up as Spice Girls and sing and dance to ALL their songs. I had a set list and everything with 2 CDs being switched for different songs. Made it more than half way through before my mom told me to stop lol. I was Ginger Spice I wore a red sweater and short shorts lol.
5. Didn't like sports and would always say that the cheerleaders were my fave part of sporting events
6. Watched Soap Operas and Sailor Moon
7. Made friends with girls quite easily and still do actually
8. Was into drawing, writing, and acting lol

That's all I can think of at the moment lol

 

[NineOfClubs]

20 years before I had a clue.

As a junior high student I kept a record checked out of the library for weeks after weeks, My Fair Lady.

What a tip off!

 

[burnoutstar]

Barbies, Britney Spears, S Club 7, the Olsen twins, and expressed frustration over why I was not allowed to wear makeup...

 

[LameUSERname]

I used to have girlfriends, they were the people I liked to hang out with the most. I thought that that was love, being around someone you like. Until I hit puberty, then I realized there was a physical attraction which I only had with men.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

learning to spell Mississippi

we used to laugh when our dad got to the "eye_pee_pee_eye" part hehehe

I have a slight fascination with urination I'll admit...then deny tomorrow when I'm sober....now I'ma go pee pee___eye i_p_p_i! NEVER GETS OLD!




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[USEDCAR]

when i was young maybe 10 11? when the neighborhood kids came over i always act sexual with them hump them and stuff.

And i remember having a little crush on a male friend when i was younger i was able to fight it i wish i new my secret now how to fight crushes.

 

[Muzzy91]

Me too! Who was your inner Spice Girl? (Mine was Baby.)

I absolutley loved the Spice Girls when I was younger, they were my favorite band.
...that should have been a major sign.

 

[Ramrod31]

As a pre-teen, I use to like to see my male classmates butts, especially since parachute pants were in, and I liked unicorns and my parents bought me a blanket with one on it. I thought it was still macho since it was blue and I would buy unicorn posters (the ones all greek mythology looking) with a rainbow behind it or somewhere in the picture. As a kid, I loved to draw rainbows. And when I found my dad's porn tapes, I would imagine, then later get off, to the guy and think it was me who he was doing it to. It wasn't till I was older, maybe early 20's when I found about the rainbow symbol and I started panicing, (I wasn't out yet) and then when I did, my family was like DUHH!

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

When I was around 10 or 11 I had an unusual encounter that helped assure me (at least in my mind) that my gayness was no phase and I was destined to unveil and share my enthusiasm for boys.

My family had all gone into the public pool to dive and swim and I had gotten there late so I was in the mens showers and dressing room by myself. I had just stripped my clothes off to get my swim shorts on and these two older boys came in talking and laughing. They didn't pay any attention to me and I sat down to cover myself, until I realized they didn't care.

Then they both stripped naked right in front of me--still laughing and talking--and I was floored by their big thick black patches of pubic hair. I couldn't stop looking while they both got under the showers. I spent my time acting busy just to see them again before they dressed.
But then I started getting an erection when they had water beading up and dripping off them. I had to get dressed and leave, but I kept picturing their black pubes for the longest time after that.

I'd have to say that was why when I got into middle school and had to dress out and shower, I truly loved going to school hehe I looked forward to the male bonding of being naked and talking and laughing and exposing myself to everyone that wanted to see. I actually thought most everyone felt the attractions I felt...then found out the hard way that that was not the case hehehe
I can smile now, but back then I had some close calls with violence and a couple actual incidents that left myself and others a bloodied mess.

I learned to fight for my sexual convictions. And I'm still proud and unashamed of my attraction to men. I also think a lot more men feel an attraction but repress their desires because society has trained them to deny those feelings.

No wonder certain individuals come across as plastic or artificial--they are afraid to let themselves be comfortable and honest.

 

[FunFunk]

When I was around 10 or 11 I had an unusual encounter that helped assure me (at least in my mind) that my gayness was no phase and I was destined to unveil and share my enthusiasm for boys.

My family had all gone into the public pool to dive and swim and I had gotten there late so I was in the mens showers and dressing room by myself. I had just stripped my clothes off to get my swim shorts on and these two older boys came in talking and laughing. They didn't pay any attention to me and I sat down to cover myself, until I realized they didn't care.

Then they both stripped naked right in front of me--still laughing and talking--and I was floored by their big thick black patches of pubic hair. I couldn't stop looking while they both got under the showers. I spent my time acting busy just to see them again before they dressed.
But then I started getting an erection when they had water beading up and dripping off them. I had to get dressed and leave, but I kept picturing their black pubes for the longest time after that.

I'd have to say that was why when I got into middle school and had to dress out and shower, I truly loved going to school hehe I looked forward to the male bonding of being naked and talking and laughing and exposing myself to everyone that wanted to see. I actually thought most everyone felt the attractions I felt...then found out the hard way that that was not the case hehehe
I can smile now, but back then I had some close calls with violence and a couple actual incidents that left myself and others a bloodied mess.

I learned to fight for my sexual convictions. And I'm still proud and unashamed of my attraction to men. I also think a lot more men feel an attraction but repress their desires because society has trained them to deny those feelings.

No wonder certain individuals come across as plastic or artificial--they are afraid to let themselves be comfortable and honest.

Nice story and observations.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Nice story and observations.

Thank you Funky

 

[strangepoetry]

Nice story and observations.

When I was around 10 or 11 I had an unusual encounter that helped assure me (at least in my mind) that my gayness was no phase and I was destined to unveil and share my enthusiasm for boys.

My family had all gone into the public pool to dive and swim and I had gotten there late so I was in the mens showers and dressing room by myself. I had just stripped my clothes off to get my swim shorts on and these two older boys came in talking and laughing. They didn't pay any attention to me and I sat down to cover myself, until I realized they didn't care.

Then they both stripped naked right in front of me--still laughing and talking--and I was floored by their big thick black patches of pubic hair. I couldn't stop looking while they both got under the showers. I spent my time acting busy just to see them again before they dressed.
But then I started getting an erection when they had water beading up and dripping off them. I had to get dressed and leave, but I kept picturing their black pubes for the longest time after that.

I'd have to say that was why when I got into middle school and had to dress out and shower, I truly loved going to school hehe I looked forward to the male bonding of being naked and talking and laughing and exposing myself to everyone that wanted to see. I actually thought most everyone felt the attractions I felt...then found out the hard way that that was not the case hehehe
I can smile now, but back then I had some close calls with violence and a couple actual incidents that left myself and others a bloodied mess.

I learned to fight for my sexual convictions. And I'm still proud and unashamed of my attraction to men. I also think a lot more men feel an attraction but repress their desires because society has trained them to deny those feelings.

No wonder certain individuals come across as plastic or artificial--they are afraid to let themselves be comfortable and honest.

I agree with FunFunk. You and I would've been best buds at school. I would've loved hangin with you, checkin out the big bushy pubs.

 

[wastedtime]

My first indication...my horrible crush on Jason the Red Ranger.

 

[giftart]

Omg I LOVED the Spice Girls. My best friend (who turned out to be straight) and I paid to see SpiceWorld in the theater. Then, when I got the VHS I watched it every day for 37 days just to confirm that I was a huge fan. The VHS also came with a poster which remained up in my room for at least 4 years, well beyond the point when I was over them. Now when I hear their songs super nostalgia kicks in. I was all about Baby and my best friend was in love with Posh. We still have inside jokes related to the Spice Girls. Jebus I was so freakin gay back then (as was my best friend). I'm like a mashup of Posh and Sporty nowadays, with some Baby still hiding in there.

OMG spice girls! Im such a stan! I remember calling the CD shop many times ust to asked when is their CD releasing.

I watched their movie so many times until the videoCD was damage!