levenshulme31
JUB Addict
I am so messed up in my head at the moment and I feel somewhat pathetic.
I am 37 and I finally came out to a friend when we were both very drunk a few nights ago. Now I kind of hope she was too drunk to remember that I did. My friend lives in a house-share with another (male) friend. They are not a couple by the way. I visit them pretty much every week and I consider them to be the best friends I have. despite this, I have been completely unable to bring myself to tell them that I am gay, despite wanting to so much that it hurts.
I have lived in Manchester for 6 years and have still to venture to the gay village. I have never had a boyfriend but have had numerous encounters either from online meets or on holiday.
I can't even bring myself to tell my younger brother who is himself gay.
The stupid thing is I know deep down that I have nothing to fear in coming out. I know my family and friends and colleagues will be perfectly accepting. They may be shocked and take the piss a bit (I would expect nothing less), but they would not have a problem with it, and any that do I can live without.
I have always been painfully shy and had a poor self image because of my weight (I am very overweight bear-type). I don't find myself (or others like me) attractive and am therefore suspicious of those who do.
Although I have never had any diagnosis of it, I suspect I have had some degree of depression. I have certainly contemplated suicide many times, but don't believe I could ever actually make any sort of actual attempt.
Anyway, I told my friend the other night and she was incredibly supportive and caring, but when we got back to their house, I didn't say anything to my other friend. I stayed over as I was too drunk and tired to walk home. Nothing was said the next day and nothing was said when I went round last night.
The longer I have gone on hiding it, the deeper into my closet I have sunk.
I know I should have come out 10. 15. 20 years ago. Now I feel like I have almost lost the right to come out and be happy, that my keeping this secret for so long is insulting to those who have come out before, and especially those who have fought for gay rights in the past or those whose personal circumstances have been far from as supportive as mine.
Sorry for writing such a long, rambling post, but I had to get this off my chest. Any thoughts, positive or negative would be appreciated.
I am 37 and I finally came out to a friend when we were both very drunk a few nights ago. Now I kind of hope she was too drunk to remember that I did. My friend lives in a house-share with another (male) friend. They are not a couple by the way. I visit them pretty much every week and I consider them to be the best friends I have. despite this, I have been completely unable to bring myself to tell them that I am gay, despite wanting to so much that it hurts.
I have lived in Manchester for 6 years and have still to venture to the gay village. I have never had a boyfriend but have had numerous encounters either from online meets or on holiday.
I can't even bring myself to tell my younger brother who is himself gay.
The stupid thing is I know deep down that I have nothing to fear in coming out. I know my family and friends and colleagues will be perfectly accepting. They may be shocked and take the piss a bit (I would expect nothing less), but they would not have a problem with it, and any that do I can live without.
I have always been painfully shy and had a poor self image because of my weight (I am very overweight bear-type). I don't find myself (or others like me) attractive and am therefore suspicious of those who do.
Although I have never had any diagnosis of it, I suspect I have had some degree of depression. I have certainly contemplated suicide many times, but don't believe I could ever actually make any sort of actual attempt.
Anyway, I told my friend the other night and she was incredibly supportive and caring, but when we got back to their house, I didn't say anything to my other friend. I stayed over as I was too drunk and tired to walk home. Nothing was said the next day and nothing was said when I went round last night.
The longer I have gone on hiding it, the deeper into my closet I have sunk.
I know I should have come out 10. 15. 20 years ago. Now I feel like I have almost lost the right to come out and be happy, that my keeping this secret for so long is insulting to those who have come out before, and especially those who have fought for gay rights in the past or those whose personal circumstances have been far from as supportive as mine.
Sorry for writing such a long, rambling post, but I had to get this off my chest. Any thoughts, positive or negative would be appreciated.


























