how did you know you was gay/lesbian/bi/transgender?
Posted Wed Apr 23, 2014 03:13 PM
Posted Wed Apr 23, 2014 03:38 PM
Posted Wed Apr 23, 2014 03:42 PM
Posted Wed Apr 23, 2014 03:53 PM
That's how I know I'm a lesbian
Posted Wed Apr 23, 2014 04:00 PM
I was very lucky to grow up in a home where homosexuality (in all forms) wasn't a big deal, it was just the way some people are.
This post has been edited by TheLibrarian: Wed Apr 23, 2014 04:01 PM
Posted Wed Apr 23, 2014 04:15 PM
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Posted Wed Apr 23, 2014 05:38 PM
Two or three years later, I was masturbating frequently. I loved touching myself and the pleasure it gave me, even though for the first couple of years I didn't ejaculate. Oh, yes - I experienced orgasms, but I was still too young to produce sperm or semen.
I began wearing panties off and on, when I got the chance, and wondered why girls got to wear such pretty things but I didn't. About the same time, I made my first dildo, and spent many nights pushing it into me, imagining a man was fucking me, as I masturbated.
I had a few encounters as a young man, with my first at 21, but then "did the right thing" and got married. For a long time - more than two decades - I was "good," and tried to forget the excitement, the pleasure, the fulfillment, the comfort, the peace that sex with men brought me. I hated being gay. I hated the pull it had on me, the gnawing lust for a man when I couldn't have one, the almost irresistible urge I felt to give in, or give up. Most of all, though, I hated being lonely.
Then I met my boyfriend. Yes, I was giving in. I was being "bad." But I really didn't think it would turn into anything. We might meet for lunch, I'd get scared (as I had before), and I'd figure some way out of it. But he changed ALL that. He was in the same situation - married, very much in love with his wife, devoted to his kids, mid 50's, and gay. After meeting for lunch one day, we talked through email and over the phone a few times a day for two weeks while he was away on business. Then we finally got to meet for what both of us really wanted - we were in bed together. Was I nervous? I was scared to death! After so long without a man, would I still find sex as thrilling? As soon as he stepped out of his boxer-briefs, and I saw that magnificent, hard cock, all my fears were gone. I was sucking his dick almost immediately. And that cocksucking thing? Hey, it's kind of like riding a bicycle - you never really forget how.
Over the course of the next three months, we fell in love. Yes, truly. With every passing day, we become more and more convinced that we were made for each other, and made to be together. We are equals professionally, intellectually, societally, emotionally, and our sexual natures mesh perfectly. He is the yang (masculine, aggressive, hard, fast) to my yin (feminine, yielding, submissive, soft).
Four years later, we're still like giddy teenagers. There has not been a cross word between us. Yes, we still adore our wives and families, of course, and will never leave them. But we both readily admit that, had we met 25 or 30 years ago, our lives would have been different. Yes, the sex is mid-blowing. But the contentment, the comfort, the peace we bring to each others' lives is just as important.
And for the first time in a very long time, I'm very glad that I'm gay.
Posted Wed Apr 23, 2014 06:34 PM
I knew from an early age that I was a lesbian, but I didn't admit it to myself until my late teens. I had this desire to be normal even though I knew I wasn't. I even dated a male friend of mine for a while. That was a bad idea. I felt guilty about lying to him like that. I think that pushed me towards admitting to myself that I was a lesbian. I lied to one of my best friends. I wasn't going to lie to myself. I think guilt over that pushed me out of the closet.
The realizing I was bisexual thing was almost as hard. I'd been a lesbian for years. It was a huge part of my identity even if I thought it wasn't. A struggle with your own sexuality sort of puts into perspective how big of a deal this entire gay/straight/bi/whatever else thing is to your self concept. Anyway, I had some bi-curious feelings springing up, and my partner is bisexual, so we decided to have a threesome with a male friend of ours. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. It was this exciting, new experience for me. For a while, I was frustrated. I mean, I was a lesbian, and there I was, having sex with a guy and - gasp - enjoying myself. He's pretty much the only man I'm particularly attracted to, though.
Posted Thu Apr 24, 2014 10:18 AM
Posted Thu Apr 24, 2014 07:18 PM
maybe I'll use this as a new topic
I wondered that too. If you're gay, that's fine. But who's business is it? Live your life, and tell people you may wanna date or sleep with. But with family, friends or strangers, is it anything to "break to" someone? Just live your life. If you meet someone special, then just bring them home, and introduce, then the family gets the message for themselves, and that's it.
But then again, maybe that's the case. They don't wanna bring home a lover, then have the family behave hatefully before knowing the person. So, it could be for any future partner's benefit than anything else.
Posted Thu Apr 24, 2014 07:24 PM
Posted Thu Apr 24, 2014 08:23 PM
Posted Thu Apr 24, 2014 09:45 PM
I agree, to a certain extent. Who you choose to have sex with is your business. But straight people get to share their joys with friends and family when they meet someone new, and they get to tell everyone of the different that new person has made in their lives.
Gay people have a natural, human need to share those same joys, to have those who love them and care for them share in their happiness. But if family and friends don't know I'm gay, it would be hard for them to understand, and hard for me to share, the happiness, comfort, and peace a new boyfriend brings me.
Posted Fri Apr 25, 2014 11:49 AM
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