2017. június 30., péntek
Hi. Don't really know where to post this, but i feel like my friend was just oppressed as a homosexual on the tcg playing website untap.in .
Really not cool what happened here. The full story is here http://ift.tt/2tw6Ofn .
I am gay but in love with this women.
I am not attracted to women what so ever she is just so nice and caring and that makes me feel loved. I don't know what to do.
Advice: bars, making friends.
Hi there, The song goes like this: I'm 18, still in the closet, none of my friends know. I want to get to know new people, make gay friends, or even meet that one guy. The problem is, I'm very masculine so its very hard to have casual conversation with other gay as I'm not very confident, and since I don't have any gay friends it's harder to meet other gays. (don't know if I'm clear enough) I thought of going to the local gaybar, but just the idea of not knowing anybody is overwhelming. Am I supposed to sit at the bar drinking alone till I get drunk or somebody brings up a conversation? Even harder is the fact that I wouldn't feel confident, because it would be something new. I'm at the point of coming out, I just need an extra push.Sorry if I wasn't clear enough, I don't really speak English
I'm sad because my boyfriend shows too much of his past to me
Az összesítés nem áll rendelkezésre. A bejegyzés megtekintéséhez
kattints ide.
Is it important to tell people of your same-sex attraction?
Hi guys! I just wanted to know your opinions on whether it's important or not to tell people that you're gay, and why?
Why I think the gay community needs to chill
I have 2 kids, why is pride so hyper-sexualized? What are my kids learning other than people are half-naked. Yes I can explain to them the movement and why we parade but that doesn't go very far. I grew up in the south as an open pansexual and I never faced real discrimination. Sure there were people who didn't like me or disagreed with me but that might as well of been for any reason, it's redundant. Everyday I see people getting triggered because they aren't included enough yet when they make a unifying symbol, that's not good enough. They have to have their own symbols, own flags.There is a huge group of people who want to add a brown and black stripe to the rainbow flag, the only part that flag is meant to exclude is race! And how many letters are we going to add onto LGBT? Why not just stick with one word? Is gay, queer, etc bad? In Short, no one cares if you're gay stop being so flamboyant about it. Put some clothes on and do some real work in the community. Stop trying to act as if a rainbow flag isn't inclusive enough.
Eye contact and flirting tips
Hey everyone,So I had a blast at pride last weekend and the craziest thing happened to me. This guy came up to me asked me if I was gay, asked if I was single then asked if I wanted to kiss him. He was super cute so I did, and in that moment I realized how much I was stuck in the dating app scene and how much better the spontaneity of this was, it was very fulfilling.I want to be like him so im working on my outward confidence and eye contact. I know it might sound a bit weird but on the bus ive practiced looking people in the eye, giving little smiles here and there and it has been interesting, any tips? Also, any sort of tells when another dude kinda picks up on this? It has yet to happen, ive been doing it to both boys and girls haha, girls pick up on it more so far.
What Am I?
Since i was a kid i know that i was gay, but due to the pressure given by the society i stayed in the closet. Later this year i came out to some of my friends but still i wasn't able to mingle with other gay guys and i don't have any gay friends to talk too. because of that i had a hard time communicating with other gay guys so instead of dating I'd prefer to watch porn instead. I've seen lot of things watching porn and stuff but lately i was into FtM fucked by gay guys tho i know those trans man were masculine af but they got vaginas but still i got a hard on and also because of the gay guy sucking his man pussy. I'm now confused what to label myself anymore i wanted to be with a guy someday for sure but being gay is damn hard.
Relationship advice needed
Hey guys/gals! Sorry for the wall of text. Just a bit of background, I'm currently abroad working and I'm with this guy for about a year now. This is my first "serious" relationship so please bear with me here haha.Last year I was about to resign from my job and go home for good. Then I met this guy and went out a couple of times for dinner and drinks. We hit it off and would talk over chat apps. Though during this time he would take a lot of time to reply to my messages, sometimes not even replying for a whole day. So I thought nothing of this and moved on. Just when I was about to hand in my resignation, he messaged me that he likes me yada yada. I asked him why he would not respond to my messages and he said he lost his phone and so all his messages got deleted. Okay fine. I agreed to try things out. See where it goes.For the first few weeks, we would be in constant communication. Arranging dates and stuff regularly. After some time, I noticed that I was the one who would always be initiating conversations. And whenever I asked him out, half the time he would have a reason not to go out, from he's not feeling well to he's going out with his friends (which I'm fine with btw, though he never told me this in advance, I would only find out when I ask him what he's doing). Also, every time we went out for dinner, I would always pay for dinner. Given that he doesn't get as much as I do, I didn't think of it that much. This went on till Xmas. He's Chinese so it's not an important holiday here. Then come Xmas eve he tells me he's going out with friends. That's when I decided that we should break up. But then New Year comes along and he gets diagnosed with HIV (we both tested negative around August, when we started dating, so I don't think there's cheating involved). So, I guess out of pity or something, I delayed breaking up with him until now.Right now, it's still more of the same. I'm still the one spending every time we're together. Whenever I touch him or kiss him he kind of just remains still. Over the year we are together, we only had sex twice since he says that he has sexual apathy and now he uses the HIV diagnosis as a kind of excuse not to do it. Then I caught him using gay dating apps like blued and he tells me that he's just looking for someone to talk to. Also, he put my profile on silent so when I send him a message it doesn't ping his phone (though I haven't confronted him about this, I know this for sure).I kinda know it's over now. I'm just waiting for the right time to break up. Also, he owes me money (a few grand) which I would like back. He says he's going to return it by the end of July so I'm waiting for that. Although I kinda feel bad for him since for the time we were together, a lot has happened with him and his family, with his friend dying, grandmother dying and other stuff, idk how to tell him.TL:DR Is it over? I think it is. How do I break up with him. Any advice?
The German parlaiment just voted for marriage Equality.
With a great majority: 393 votes for it, 226 against!EDIT: Sources: http://ift.tt/2t7MVJc
2017. június 29., csütörtök
Helppp!!!
I am in need of advice and would like to talk to someone other than a common friend. Hopefully get to talk to someone with some common sense thru here.Anyways, my bf and I have been having some issues. He always talks about how much he hates himself or is basically just so damn negative about himself all the damn time. But I show him that I love him and that I will always be there for him. He just is having a hard time accepting it and now its becoming an issue to where he said I "pretend" to love him?? Like....wtf excuseeee ME?We have had some issues in the past where he did something amd said some things that have hurt (I would rather talk one on one about it tho thru PM). But I keep loving him no matter what...because I really do love him and I just need a friend who can talk to me since he just wants to game and what not all day....My friends dont even want to talk to me really anymore because they just dont understand what it is like being gay or having these issues. I would really appreciate it if one of you would be willing to talk or give some input thru PM. Thanks! :(
Turbo Scrub SPOOF
Not all of us are ripped and gorgeous. Some of us have to work hard and just happen to like poke fun at American Infomercials.
How did you come out of the closet?
My close friends and my siblings know I'm gay, but my parents don't know I'm gay. How did you come out of the closet? If you are still in the closet, I'm sorry and I hope that one day you will be out!
I need an advice :)
Hello So, I'm from Slovenia and one of the biggest LGBT communities in our country will be hosting a lgbt picnic in July. Now, I've never been to any similar event before, but reading some posts on this subreddit (which say that the best way to find a guy is "to get yourself out there" and be social,...) made me think that maybe I should go just to see how events like this look and maybe I can even find some good gay friends there and maybe even a potential boyfriend. But I do have some concerns about me going to that event and I'd like to share them with you so that you can tell me your opinion ☺️ 1.) I'm only 18, and I'm worried that there will only be (much) older people there. Now, I , of course, have absolutely nothing against older people but I can't really imagine myself being surrounded by older people and being the only young person there as I very much doubt that we will be able to have a non-awkward conversation. 2.) If I decide to go there, should I bring someone with me? There is only one person (and she's straight) that knows that I'm gay and she will gladly go with me if I ask her, but I know that if she goes with me I'll only talk to her and kinda ignore everything else, which will in a way ruin the main point of this picnic, which is to meet other lgbt people. But going there alone just feels sooo hard to me because I'm not sure if I should go a bit out of my comfort zone and just go there alone ...? 3.) If I go there, and actually meet some people that I could see myself hanging out with even after this event, how should I approach them? Like should I ask them for their facebook, for their phone number,... I'm really not sure how (un)successfully would I deal with the situation where I actually meet some potential friends. Okay, so that's it. What do you think? Should I go to this event? Thank you everyone for your time and help, and have a wonderful day! ☺️
Fisted by a handsome florist.
It finally happened. We met a few times at the flower shop. He would rub his hands all over my body while we kissed. I wear overalls most days with no underwear so its easy to pull my shirt up a little and rub my chest and back, ass and my cute cock. He slipped my pants off the second time we met and gave me the best blow job I have ever had. I shook the whole drive home. The third time I went in the restroom and cleaned myself with a little enema bottle. I came out completely naked and I leaned against the counter while he sucked on my pink nipples and rubbed my cock. He put some lube on his hand and started rubbing my asshole with his fingers still sucking on my nipples and working my cock. Then all of a sudden he spun me around and pulled my arm up behind my back pushed my face down on his work bench that was covered in plant trimmings like I was under arrest. He worked my ass with two then three then four fingers while I squirmed and playfully protested being held down. Then he added his thumb and kept pushing until I couldnt stand it. I reached behind myself grabbed his wrist and forced his hand the rest of the way in. My knees were weak and I could barely stand. My whole body was shaking as he fucked me. I moaned and begged him to stop but he kept going. He spanked my ass so hard it left a welt. He called me a "pretty little piggy" and told me I had to call him daddy to get him to stop. "Please daddy I have to pee" I pleaded. He told me that if I peed on his floor he would make me lick it up like a dirty pig. I came so hard I thought I was gonna die. I was panting and sweating and drooling all over his work bench. It was the best fuck ever. I can't wait to see him again.
My boyfriends addiction..
My boyfriend came clean to me about a fetish that he has. It’s not something you hear everyday. It’s actually.. quite awkward. I’m not sure how to take about it. I wanna be able to support him with it but it’s definitely something that I’m not sure I could be into. I’m really stuck in a rut and I feel so bad. Anyone have any ideas on how to approach this ?
I think im ready.
I think im ready to accept this is who i am, regardless of the consequences. My step dad is very "old school" and will not like it. My mother is very much in his pocket so no help there. My brothers will ridicule because thats how they were raised. Im pretty sure im already "that faggot" at work so no change there.But i dont know what to do now. I can be out and open but then what? I dont know how to do this. I dont lnow how to meet guys and stuff. Its scary
2017. június 28., szerda
How to actually start dating?
I'm in the closet and have been for over three years now. I have nothing to fear in regards to coming out to my family, but I'm not ready yet. That's not the point of this post.In 3 days, I'll be moving away to start college at a fairly sizable state school (about 10k students).I never dated anybody in High School. I didn't want a same sex relationship because it would require me to come out. I told my parents I was focusing and school and didn't want to commit to a relationship when they asked me if I had a girlfriend.The issue with this is that I have no dating experience and no idea where to start. I've tried using online apps like Tinder but any conversation I have just feels superficial.Without this sounding creeping, I'm ready to date and lose my virginity. I'm not some crazy horn-dog who can't stand not having sex (otherwise I'd be asking for Grindr tips). I want to meet somebody who I really like and make my first time worthwhile.Another roadblock I had was my weird non-acceptance of the fact I like men. When I think about dating guys, I don't get all homophobic and defensive, but I just can't picture myself doing it, and I can't say "I'm gay" without feeling uncomfortable even though I've accepted the truth.I went on a date with a guy who went to a neighboring school, but felt intensely uncomfortable throughout the whole ordeal. He did nothing wrong and was super handsome, but I just felt so uncomfortable and... wrong.I know I like men and I'm mentally accepting of it, but when put into practice I still have a suppressed mental blockade.If anybody has any tips about how to meet people or "be gay", they would be much appreciated.
Stonewall Uprising
I don't know how it took me 29 years to hear about this but I can't tell you how good it made me feel to read. I am so fascinated and empowered by the events that took place and am curious if anyone here would want to share their experiences if they were there as a community member or as part of the police force.I'm also interested in those of you who were young and what your parents may have talked about during the events.Cheers
Good books on gay history?
Does anyone have any recommendations for books about the history of gay rights/culture? Preferably about the US but I'm open to other countries too!
Help! Advice?
Ok reddit give me some insightMy Boyfriend and I have been dating for about 4 years, maybe a little more. I absolutely love him without a doubt. We have lived together for a little over 3 years. We get along great, never argue, share bank accounts, credit cards and car note. Just the site of him brings me this happiness, his cute texts about nothingness bring me joy throughout the day. I can picture spending the rest of my life with him by my side. And I know he feels the Same way. There's only one small detail, we are a young gay couple in our mid 20's. We are out to most people who are friends and co workers, and everyone has love and accepted us. Our Families are another story. We are not out to them, fear of backlash, fear of rejection by them and knowing/unknowing how they will take it. My side is conservative Jehovah witness, the other old school Christian. Since all my family lives out of state I never felt like I had to come out to them, his family lives in the same state, but it's a 90min drive to where they are located. I feel guilty, over the years I've become distant toward my family, especially my mom who I am so close to and talk to a few times a week. In the past I would visit often, but now it's once a year, on Christmas and I dread it. This past Christmas I went for only 3 days, and while I love my family, I can't bare the thought of spending the holiday without my boyfriend. I still remember him dropping me off at the airport, and pulling up to the drop off I just cried, I just got so emotional leaving him, then angry that I felt like I was being robbed of this holiday with him. The few days came and went, the main joy I got was counting down till I say my BF again. I know so people would just say just tell them, they might not care, they might care but embrace it because it's your life, but deep down, I just feel that if I tell them that they would maybe disown me, and now I've lost them forever. I also feel guilty because what if it is ok with them, but now I've robbed them of being part of my life and stole so many moments of happiness and celebration. Although the BF and I never really discuss it, I just can't stop beating myself up over things and I don't know what to do, or proceed. Any Advice Please.......
Want to try bottoming, can I have allergic reaction to latex if I'm fine when I wear it?
I am totally fine when wearing it but is it any different when it's in me? I am not allergic as I know of..I just wonder what would happen if I were allergic
Got really drunk and had unprotected sex the other night. I don't know the guy and I'm not usually a hookup kind of person. How worried should I be?
I'm definitely gonna get tested, but I've read that there is an incubation period and some stds won't show up for several months. I have a tendency to blow things out of proportion and get really anxious. I don't want this to be weighing down on my mind for the next few months. I sent the guy a message hoping he could give me some reassurance, but I haven't heard back from him yet. I know next to nothing about this guy. I met him on Grindr and I'm really hating myself for this whole thing.Honestly, how worried should I actually be? How common is it to get an STD from these kinds of incidents? Thanks.
Does he like me?
This guy at work is so cute (I'm gay and so is he) and all i knew about him before today was his name. We work in very different divisions of the organization. I asked him to lunch and he smiled and gladly accepted. We went out today and he smiled so much and seemingly blushed a lot - but i can't quite tell. Anyways, when we got the check, he said he wanted to buy me lunch. I said no at first but he replied, "well maybe you can get the next one." Does this mean anything? Or am i overthinking it?
Want to bottom, tips?
As of now, I can only fit one finger..any tips to ready myself for the big D ?
Depressed.
Lately I have been feeling so sad and concerned about my condition. I'm HIV+. Since my diagnosis, I had been dealing with it quite right. But lately, i have these emotional changes that worry me a lot. I don't feel cute enough, healthy enough, capable enough to do anything. It is so tiring. I have a boyfriend and he has been very supportive but I don't know if he is enjoying my company anymore. He has been so busy with work that I don't know if it is only work or if there is something more. At work, I realized that my boss found out about my condition, because of a note that I had to submit because I missed one day of work and I had to present something to excuse my absence. They used to give notes without any clue that I was going to a HIV clinic, but now they do. I'm scared of what my boss would do. My psychologist says that medication is the one that makes me feel this way and I have the chance to change the medication that I'm taking, but it will mean that I will be facing other side effects when taking another set of pills. Yesterday, I almost wanted to kill myself. I was driving so fast and wanted so badly to lose control of the car and die. I don't want to bother anyone with my problems but everything is so damn overwhelming. I would love to sleep everyday. Never wake up. There are some many things that I had wished in my life so far, but the one that I crazily wish to happen for real is to be healthy again
I'm 24 and feel alone
So, let's put it all out there. I've never been on a date, with either a guy or girl. I've never had a kiss. And naturally yeah I'm still a virgin.My question to others like me or were like me was how did you deal? How did you get out of it? What helped you become confident? I can honestly say I have absolutely no self confidence.
My top and bottom experiance
I had a friend phil over who just came out and I told him about my gay experiences. He came over and I pushed him on the couch and started sucking on his really thick big cock. After I was ready I sat on it squatting over him and rode it so hard after it stretched my ass out. After about 5 mins he bent me over and rammed my ass so hard. I mean he really stretched me out. Next he wanted his ass stretched. Im 8 inches and really thick. I put him on his back raised his legs up and started eating his virgin asshole till it was all lubed. I then started poking my cock on his hole till it popped in. I then slowly started to push in and out till his asshole started to accept my cock. all the time i was jacking off his huge thick cock. In about 10 mins of jacking him off and my cock deep in his ass he busted a huge load on his chest. Feeling his asshole clench my cock it cause me to blow a huge and i mean huge load into his ass so deep. After we were done we laid naked while my cum oozed out of his ass.
I fisted a positive guy
I am worried about getting hiv...all I did was fist him, and he told me after the fact that he had it..anything to worry about ?
Are any gay people not PROUD to be gay but also not SAD?
I am a straight guy and had a random thought as I see all these google gay pride icons pride this pride that...As a straight white male I am not 'proud' of being white/male/straight... It is what I am... I am proud if I have some tough goal and accomplish it l supposeI am just fine with what I am.. Not trying to be offensive.. just wondering
Is there some works of fiction about gay enemies falling in love?
Like bully X victim, rivals X rivals, killer X target, also I would like works where in the couple there is one who is more dominant.
Gay teen chat on Telegram?
Hi! I have been thinking about creating a group on Telegram (Who does not know what it is, is an app that lets you talk to other people similar to whatsapp but more secure) where boys between 11-17 can talk about gay things. It would be NSFW.If I see people interested, I will create it!
Anyone else watching the youtube pride spotlight with worry?
The comments are full of "fuck em and die" sentiment again, not one comment is happy, even from gay people.I mean... Was there only progress on legality? I thought minds had changed since Matthew Shepard... But now I expect another such occurrence with less coverage.
Looking for some advise
Ive just gotten out of my first year of college and Im home for the summer. This summer is a lot more boring than Id thought and Ive come to a crossroads in my life. Id love someone just to chat with about random stuff or about some actual advise. Anything helps!! :)
2017. június 27., kedd
Advice please...
I have known that I was gay for about a year now and my parents are not at all accepting of it. It has gotten to the point that whenever I post anything remotely related to the LGBT community, my dad will make some passive aggressive, religious subtweet towards me know his page. I am about to be a junior in college and I don't know what to do anymore. I would call him out but that would start a fight that would end up with my parents essentially disowning me and I wouldn't be able to finish out college without them cosigning on loans so I would be poor without a degree or family. I could try to ignore it until I graduate undergrad, but that is at lease two more years and I don't know if I can take it for that long especially if I start dating someone. I have no clue what to do anymore. Please help.
Confused guy
So I'm mostly straight it I enjoy sucking dick. It's weird like I don't want to be with a guy nor am I attracted to guys but I enjoy sucking dick. So I guess I'm bi? Idk I'm confused as al hell
Looking for advice
So I met a guy online a couple days ago and we seem to get along really well, and tonight he asked me out to dinner some time. I have no idea what I'm doing though.Just a little background. I was raised in a religious family and homosexuality was frowned upon big time. So I never got to experiment. I actually have never been out on a date with anyone before so this is my first time.So if I want things to go smoothly what should I do? I know to just take things slow and ultimately I should just treat the first date like I'm just hanging out with a new friend, but I just want to know if there are any tips you can give me. TIA
Muslim gays in London.
Hello, im 21 i have recently moved from middle east to London for a better life(obviously). I'm really clueless about approaching someone or finding the muslim gay community. If you're in London and like to be friends(even online) pm me. Thankyou
Gays of reddit, have you ever had a bf who later realized they were just experimenting?
And side question, were you proud they chose you to experiment their sexuality with?
how do i be less gay?
throwaway account - every time i message a guy it always starts out great but as soon as we swap pics im told im too fem. i have a full beard, im 6'4 and covered in tattoos - i dont get it? growing up i was always the tall skinny gay with long hair so i was always bullied for being the stereotype "femme boy" but even after changing the way i look i still get the same comments. i know i shouldnt change who i am to please other people blah blah, heard it. im just so lonely and i was going through my freindslist and none of them would be able to help so this is the only place i could think of. anyone else had to deal with this?
Having sex when the top is much taller
The guy I have been hanging out with is a lot taller then me. I'm about 5'7 while he is about 6'3. We ended up having sex last night, with me bottoming, but a lot of the positions we tried to get into either weren't working well or were uncomfortable for one of us because of the height difference. Me being on top seemed to work best. Missionary and doggie were both really difficult. Any suggestions to make these positions work with the height difference? Other suggested positions? Im bi and new to bottoming and never even considered this problem, as everyone else I've been with has been much closer in height. Also we are both vers so any tips on the opposite(short top, tall bottom) would be appreciated too. Thanks for the help
Gay_irl
Looking story short is that I was roommates with my best friend, we lived together for about a year and a couple months. I'm gay and he's straight. A couple months ago I was kinda struggling with my feelings towards him. I didn't know if I was attracted to him or what but we actually talked about it and we cleared things up. Well rewind back a couple months ago I took a picture of his feet on the couch and posted it to my gay Instagram that I never thought anyone would see, I was wrong. The caption was really bad, it said I wanted to suck his dick and rub his feet but to bad he's straight. His gf found the gay Instagram and he confronted me about it a few days ago. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed. That gay Instagram was a bunch of pictures of me practically naked and random hot guys and porn pretty much but that was the only pic of him. I don't have those feeling for him. He's pissed off at me and moved out that night. He won't talk and I can't blame him. Honestly I fucking hate being gay and I never wanted to hurt him or anybody. I pretty much exploited someone who had always been there and wanted nothing more than friendship. I've thought about suicide in the past but honestly I don't think it is a bad idea. I might be able to get through this and obviously without my best friend but I honestly don't think I can go another 20/30/40 years. I hate being gay and would do anything to be normal. I fucked up bad this time, no going back.
I messed up a friendship with my best friend - help?
Looking story short is that I was roommates with my best friend, we lived together for about a year and a couple months. I'm gay and he's straight. A couple months ago I was kinda struggling with my feelings towards him. I didn't know if I was attracted to him or what but we actually talked about it and we cleared things up. Well rewind back a couple months ago I took a picture of his feet on the couch and posted it to my gay Instagram that I never thought anyone would see, I was wrong. The caption was really bad, it said I wanted to suck his dick and rub his feet but to bad he's straight. His gf found the gay Instagram and he confronted me about it a few days ago. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed. That gay Instagram was a bunch of pictures of me practically naked and random hot guys and porn pretty much but that was the only pic of him. I don't have those feeling for him. He's pissed off at me and moved out that night. He won't talk and I can't blame him. Honestly I fucking hate being gay and I never wanted to hurt him or anybody. I pretty much exploited someone who had always been there and wanted nothing more than friendship. I've thought about suicide in the past but honestly I don't think it is a bad idea. I might be able to get through this and obviously without my best friend but I honestly don't think I can go another 20/30/40 years. I hate being gay and would do anything to be normal. I fucked up bad this time, no going back.
My gay threesome experience as a straight male
I never really thought much about hooking up with another guy. I mean I was always curious as a kid growing up and sometimes would try to catch a look at my friends cocks.One night I was in college back home for the summer. I was at a party with my now open gay friend phil. After a few drinks and some what i now found out was flirting I find myself in his bedroom with one of his gay firends.After sitting and talking and a few more shots they started to make out. Never wanting to kiss a guy a just wanted and noticed i was getting hard.One thing led to another and now they were both naked right in front of me and jacking eachother off while making out.by this time i had a full hard cock and was jacking myself off while i watched. I joined them and got naked and sat next to them. then BOOM the both tackel me and start kissing me everywehre. one kiss after antother lead to both of them blowing me.Before i knew it thone guy was eating my asshole so hard while his buddy squaded over my face.Next thing im sucking on a huge pair of balls with my nose buried in an asshole and a cock slapped on my face. It was so fucking hot. i got so lost in east ass sucking balls and licking my friends cock that next thing i felt was a cock poking the enterance to my asshole and with small slight pushes next thigns i knew the tip of phils cock poped into my virgin hole!I loved the feeling sucking on salty balls while my asshole was being spread wide open.further and further phil pushed his thick long cock into my ass till it was all the way in. he then started to pump in and out getting his cock wet with ass juice.All this time, phils firned was still on top of me but face fucking my throat with his huge hard cock.I was their fuck slave before i knew it. There i am getting pounded in both holes with relentless force. I was in heven.After a good 15 mins of this they said it was my turn to do the fucking. within seconds they both were bent over doggy style on the bed lubing up their assholes for me to go back and fourth fucking.I started with phil and didnt take it easy. I just went right in and shoved my cock deep into his ass as he let out a loud shreek followed by a sexual moan as i started pumped my wet hard cock in and out so hard. all the while i was fingeiring phils friends tight hairless asshole. I pulled out of phil and moved to his friend. I started slow with him per his request but soon turned into a full ass fucking.as i fucked phils friend doggy phil bent over in front of his friendand shoved his face into his asshole. phils friend ate his ass so hard as i punded his tight hole.for the next 10 mins we all just fucked and ate so hard and loud. With just a few more pumped I was ready to blow my load. Phil begged me to fill his asshole up with his cum so his firend can suck it out of his asshole when i was done. without any hesitation I laid phil on his back started jacking off his huge cock and pumped his asshole with mine.Thrust after thrust I drilled his asshole hard and deep till BOOM I dropped load after load after load of my hot stick cum deep into his wet gaping asshole. It was so hot that i made phil cum all over his stomach chest and face from the feeling.Phil proceeded to stand up and squat over his friends awaiting face. he spread his cheeks and with all his might push my cum out with a splatter onto his friends face while i gave his friend a furious blow job that ended with him cumming down my throat.Needless to say we have done this many time since.
Help with straight best friend please
Looking story short is that I was roommates with my best friend, we lived together for about a year and a couple months. I'm gay and he's straight. A couple months ago I was kinda struggling with my feelings towards him. I didn't know if I was attracted to him or what but we actually talked about it and we cleared things up. Well rewind back a couple months ago I took a picture of his feet on the couch and posted it to my gay Instagram that I never thought anyone would see, I was wrong. The caption was really bad, it said I wanted to suck his dick and rub his feet but to bad he's straight. His gf found the gay Instagram and he confronted me about it a few days ago. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed. That gay Instagram was a bunch of pictures of me practically naked and random hot guys and porn pretty much but that was the only pic of him. I don't have those feeling for him. He's pissed off at me and moved out that night. He won't talk and I can't blame him. Honestly I fucking hate being gay and I never wanted to hurt him or anybody. I pretty much exploited someone who had always been there and wanted nothing more than friendship. I've thought about suicide in the past but honestly I don't think it is a bad idea. I might be able to get through this and obviously without my best friend but I honestly don't think I can go another 20/30/40 years. I hate being gay and would do anything to be normal. I fucked up bad this time, no going back.
How can i be content without sex ever?
i’m a 21 y.o gay male, i think i have an attractive face but pretty feminine and VERY thin (5'9 120lbs). i think that’s the reason nobody wants to fuck me. i'm not masculine. i seem like the type that people love to be friends with but not fuck. I've been depressed lately to the point that i can suddenly cry bc i want to have sex and a relationship SO bad. i mean i haven't even kiss any guy yet. it makes me feel like a pathetic loser and i'm actually a pretty confident person, but the fact that nobody wants me is taking a toll on me, and indirectly at my work.So i guess the question is, how can i be content without having sex or being in a relationship, in other words, being asexual. i really want to not think about it but when other people around you have their own loved ones its kinda hard. Is anybody here gay but for some reason is content without having sexual activities? I really want to accept the fact that there's a possibility for me to not find anyone my whole life and die alone but just thinking about it already makes me feel like shit lmao.** and if you're wondering why i ask bc this is a very real possibility for me. i live in a somewhat homophobic country, where so many gays actually pretend to be straight bc of religius reasons, the chance of someone being attracted to a niche type like me is even smaller. and i do have wondered should i change myself into a more masculine person with better body and mannerism, but i love myself enough to not do that (yet)
About daddy issues
One thing I never understood is why some people who don't have a good relationship with their actual fathers are so eager to fill in the gap with another "father figure". I've always reasoned that if my own father can't be a good male role model for me, why should I trust a random stranger to be one? I know there are genuinely good guys out there who mean well, but I can't get past seeing such a relationship as manipulative on at least some level; especially if they're in a position of greater power/authority than you and/or you're performing sexual favors in exchange for money, gifts, attention, etc. I'm not against other people having these kinds of relationships: it's their lives and they can do whatever they want. But I'm always wondering why some guys (typically kids in their mid-late teens and early twenties) would let older men essentially take advantage of them.
2017. június 26., hétfő
How to meet guys?
Hi everyone! So I'm 26 years old and been closeted for a long time until last November when I finally came out. Long story short: it has been a really awful process but I've been getting some professional help. It was suggested that I "put myself out there" and meet people in the community. I don't really know how to go about it. One obvious way is to go to a gay bar that's here in the city (yes, we have only one), but I find two problems with that: 1) bars were never my scene and 2) I don't think meeting people at bars generally leads to anything significant (though I'm sure many people out there may have found the someone special). The other issue is finding guys that I'm attracted to/could see having a relationship with. I'm not into effeminate guys - not that I think there's anything wrong with effeminate guys, just not my cup of tea. I'm masculine myself and I'm attracted to masculine guys. The challenge is that there is no "give away" if that makes any sense? Unless we're all wearing stickers saying "Hi, I'm gay", it can be pretty hard to tell. Does anyone have any suggestions? Any help would be appreciated! Thank you.
Gay social network
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**Need HELP about a situation that I'm in.. I need help please ..
Should I keep seeing him?Context: Met a guy on a gay app 2 months ago because I was “bi-curious” and wanted to try something different (I’ve had sex with women and enjoyed it). I am 20 years old and he is 18 years old. He lives 450 km away and we have met 4 times (1 day three times and one time 5 days). We speak everyday on Skype for hours and we get along really well (most of the times). I told my parents that I was Bi and my brother (It was realllllllly hard and stressful but I did it). No one else knows about what I really am. He wants to be a couple but 2 months ago I was happy, hetero (for people’s eyes) and had a great life. Now, I am happy but in a different way. I’m scared of what my life would be if I would tell everyone about us. All my life plans would be ruined or changed... Also, I went to his place for a couple of days and we got caught smoking (I know, that’s bad ...) by his parents. It was the first time that they saw me ever. At diner, they received a call of their daughter. She told them that she was in jail for possession at the same time that we got caught... So embarrassing...Now I feel bad going at his place because of this and it makes me really uncomfortable. I really NEED opinions, thoughts, comment or advices with this situation / dilemma. Should I keep seeing him? HELP Good: We do drugs together *We have sex together *We do sports together *We are having fun together *We enjoy each other’s company *My family knows that I’m seeing another guy and they accepted it(they know I went to see him a couple of times) but doesn’t know that he loves me really much *My family knows who I really am *His family is really friendly and fun *Bad**: * Reveal that I love another man to friends and surroundings that I know for 20 years(Best friends because my family already know) * He lives 450 km away * Hard to meet because he’s really far away * It cost a lot of money to go see him * My future will change forever if I tell all my friends * He’ll probably want to kill himself (He sort of told me once...) * I will have to face all the stereotypes and other people’s judgment ( at work, at the park, everywhere) * Nothing is guaranteed and I’m still unsure of everything and that makes things a lot harder * I am stressed like never before * I often don’t sleep because I imagine the worst scenarios in my head * I don’t want to lose my life that I had 2 months ago * I feel really bad when I’m in public ( like a lot)
Gay roommate brought home strange way ollderr male.
Hey all, So I recently saw an older man coming into my house with my roommate, whom I don't really see often or talk to much, yet we both live in the same house. This is the first time that I've seen him bring someone, and they were obviously hooking up... I could hear it. I have a lock on my door but am a little anxious and paranoid... Should I be scared, is my fear valid. I do have some valuables in the house and am a lot younger than my 27-year-old roommate. The man he was with was really old, I'd say like 56 with gray hair pudgy and everything. Please help and give me your thoughts and suggestions. Thank you for your time, I really appreciate all the feedback. Feeling kind of anxious right now. Should I be scared, no man would risk coming over to someone's house, breaking in or worse would they?
Last night with my straight best friend. (NSFW)
So, I've had a crush on my best friend for more than 8 years now, I don't know what I thought would expecting, I mean, this guy has had too many girlfriends, one of the straightest guys I know. I'm still in the closet so I have no experiences with a guy before until last night. So here's what happened. He was about to leave for home after spending the day with me binge watching stuff. My mother warned it was too late and that he should stay the night. A little part of me got pissed because well, I'm really trying to get over this guy cause I know it won't happen. But last might, we got a little high, watched a few more shows then went to bed. Usually when he is around I face him awaiting a kiss or something, never happened for all the times he spent the night. He always looked the other way when we slept. But this time, like 15 minutes after we switched off the lights, I could feel something touching my ass. I thought neh, probably my imagination again. (Side note: I've had many fantasies about this gusting.m really obsessed). But no, this was a hand, softly caressing me as if stealthily, later on I could feel my pants and pyjamas slowly falling off my ass. In my mind I was like "bitch, it's finally happening." I also stealthily helped him undress me. Then I felt something gently meandering about my ass crack, I thought it was the pinky finger because this thing would reach the hole but not Even the tip would enter. So I helped him my opening up the ass a bit and then I knew exactly what it Was... His tongue. Well, I didn't know for sure until I felt a sudden rush of warm air, he was blowing warm air into my ass. OMG, I immediately had a hard-on. I started moaning and groaning at this totally new experience. We had to stop for an hour while I helped my Mon he ready for work, she usually at 4am. After I came back, I slept in the position I was in initially but I faced upwards now. The hand came again, this time gently brushing around the dick area. I thought, okay let me do the same, he has a very not too big but just right bubble ass. But every time I try to touch him, he would move away. I got a little pissed and faced away again. Then the hand came again and undressed me oh so slightly. I could feel the tongue going up and down the ass crack again. Like I said, this was all new to me and it felt good so I decides to open up the ass again and grant him access, this time he went in differently. Slow, fast, he was even biting me softly, creating bursts of pleasure and pain for something like 10 minutes straight. (Side Question: is I possible to give ass hickeys? I think i have one of those cause the area when he bit or forcefully sucked is still paining, doesn't hurt, just a little sting)When we woke up, we didn't talk about it, we are still the same old regular friends, can't lie by saying I'm not looking forward to his next visit. But I really don't want to have feelings for a guy who i know doesn't feel for me as deeply as I feel for him. Should I ask him about it? Should I keep quiet and wait for him to talk to me about what happened or? Any advice would be appreciated, remember this is my first experience with a guy in all my 21 Years of being alone so I also don't want to push him away.
Going soft the first time...
So, I decided I wanted have my first time and just get it all out of the way. I was pretty nervous, and from I've heard the first time usually sucks; boy they are right. I went totally soft during the BJ and couldn't get anywhere near an orgasm. I don't think this means I'm not gay because I know I am and I otherwise enjoyed the experience. The questions I want to ask are:Is this normal and to be expected of a first time?What do I do so this doesn't happen next time?
I'm gay, but I don't want to be
I grew up in a Christian home and found it I was gay quite a while ago. I don't like being gay, I want to like girls and get married like a normal, straight couple. Does anyone have any advice?
[Q] Experimenting
Hi guys, I'm an 18 male. I've "been straight" my whole life. Recently I've had this desire to try and suck dick. The dick is the only part of the male body that I find myself attracted to. Anyways, I'm looking for a "suck buddy". I want to find someone who I don't know just to try sucking his dick and having mine sucked, no strings attached, nothing else. Any idea where I could find this other than Grindr? I'm looking for something I can use on my desktop. Thanks!
[Advice] First ever 'relationship' with a guy and very confused, help?
Hey R.Gay , I'm a 24 bi guy and I've had a weird last couple of months. In early May I hooked up with a guy from some website and surprisingly, we actually got on very well.We've been seeing each other at least 2 times a week since then, where we drink, smoke joints and chat for hours before fooling around a bit in the bedroom. I feel happier and a bit more confident about this side of my sexuality but there's a few issues that make this relationship unpredictable, flimsy and sadly, timed.Neither of us are out to friends so every time we meet it seems so taboo, which can make it more intriguing (and hot) but ultimately it makes whatever relationship we have feel fake. We spoke very briefly about our frequent meet-ups and he also knows it's a bit awkward as we seem to be friends but we also have sex...so I'm trying to figure out in my head if I would class him as a boyfriend or a friend with benefits but given the nature of our relationship it's all very ambiguous.I usually stay at his for 1-2 days before going home and my friends and family are growing suspicious of my weird, sudden absences and assume there's some special girl in my life but if they knew it was a guy they'd flip. That fact gets me pretty anxious and I can't talk about it to anyone even though I want to.Sometimes I go along with their assumptions and say I've been seeing a girl to cloak my attraction towards men, which deep down makes me feel incredibly guilty and dishonest.I've known I was bisexual since I was a teenager but I never thought I'd form some sort of relationship with a guy. I've hooked up with a handful of guys but it didn't think it would ever lead to anything like this.Objectively speaking it's not an issue for two guys to be seeing each other but for me personally I don't know how I could bring myself to tell my friends and semi religious family that I've been seeing a guy (not a girl) and I'm not sure if he can do so on his side either.I do enjoy seeing him, in fact I feel somewhat normal and very 'free' when we're together and he's probably one of the most interesting people I've ever met. It's quite lovely but I'm worried that this relationships will eventually fizzle out due to the strain of secrecy and also due to the fact that neither of us want to disrupt our social circles to make whatever this is seem more normal.Do you guys have any advice on any of this? And am I right in thinking this will fizzle out if we don't change somehow? I.e come out...
Dear Homophobic People: (The Revival)
¿What would you like/need to say to people who is against us only for being homosexuals?This is an important post according to me and I wanna take it back. You can read the original post here and the messages some of us already sent to homophobic people. You can comment here or in the original post, remember to start with: "Dear Homophobic People:" and say whatever you wanna say to them, as Madonna said once: Express Yourself.Note: If you go to the original post, ignore the homophobic comments and keep only the good ones.
Gay Democratic Socialist Leads Chant at NYC Pride Rally!
https://twitter.com/QueensDSA/status/879022141110444032
How do I stop being hurt and obsessing about my ex post-break up?
I am recently out of a long-term relationship and I have been pretty devastated since. I have been struggling to sleep, eat etc. I also have become more obsessive about my ex since the break-up. Monitoring social media, texting the whole time etc. We met up a few times and thought had gotten closure, but then something else would happen and I would reach out again and a constant cycle would happen. He said he is open to the future and doesn't know what will happen, but not trying to get back together right now. Anyway, I leave the country and a "friend" texts me that he has heard my ex has been hooking up with multiple guys recently and is now very active on the gay scene. I felt my stomach wrench, I immediately text him, he claimed it's a lie, that he hasn't done anything. Just feeling really lost as not too sure what to do. Do I believe him? Or does it matter? Just struggling a lot.
2017. június 25., vasárnap
Need Help finding a gay youtuber/internet personality
Hi Reddit,I'm a longtime reader and first time commenter. I was at NYC pride today and I saw someone marching I recognized from the internet, but I couldn't place a name to the face. He seemed like a youtuber but could also be from vine or tumblr. He was a fairly skinny and white, wearing booty shorts and a tank top. He has spiky, blonde-brown hair, and looked like he was in his late teens or early 20's. I know reddit is good at finding things, so hopefully we'll solve this.Thanks!
Pride
First of all i want to say that i'm not an expert on any of this topics, i'm just an idiot with some questions.Why is there a "pride month"? Why can't it just be "pride day" or something like that. I just don't get why the LGBT community wants to get more than it deserves, like the LGBT flag on facebook that you can use to rate a posts. And also, why pide? Are you proud of having to deal with homophobes? Are you proud that some of you had to stop talking to your families? And why is pride always assisted with the LGBT community? Pride month shouldn't be about dick on dick accion, it should be about standing against people who try to put you down.Maybe i'm just being a fucking dick judging people who I don't know... Yeah that's it(This is my first post on Reddit so point out everything wrong with my post)
When girls complement you only once your out...
Do any other recently out gay guys notice that girls they're friends with suddenly feel that it's ok to complement them, but never before coming out?I'm recently out. Never planned on doing a whole I'm out FB post thing, but I went to my first NYC pride today and posted photos. Later on I went to a party and I got a "now that your out I can tell you that you [insert compliment here]" And not just complements. Touching in both directions and dancing with girls is more acceptable.I find it offensive, mainly because I have really low self-esteem. I never thought that I was attractive and I find myself caught up in thinking: "Is it just because I'm out and they think it's cute or am I actually attractive?" So it's creepy to touch and dance before, but now I'm a different person and it's alright...?
Friend into me? Yes? No?
So I have a friend that we will call Tom. Tom is a friend from high school that I have known since 7th grade. Tom and I are good friends, although we aren't the most social people. I mean, Tom doesn't even have any social media.Other important info: - I am gay and Tom knows this - We both just graduated from high school as seniors this year. I am nearly 18, he is 19/20. He got held back a year. - Tom moved away immediately after graduation - I love Diet CokeWell for the last year I have had relatives (two gay dads and my mom) tell me that based on his behavior, they are wondering if he likes me in that way. This is their evidence:For the last year, he has given me several two liters of Diet Coke. Like, a LOT. At my Open House, he gave me EIGHT 2-liters!In addition to the pop/soda, he gave me $100. Only 3 other people, FAMILY MEMBERS, did that.he drove 2 hours to come to my Open House/Graduation Party, and he arrived 10 minutes after it officially started.he is excited that I am moving out to the same area he lives in right now. He will be working/taking Community College classes, I will be attending a university nearby the city.3 months ago, he gave me a typewriter that was in good/decent condition a few months after I had mentioned how cool they areHe was talking to extended family/grandparents at Open HouseThey don't believe anyone would give so much just "because". Even if he is a friend, and for that matter one of my few male friendsNow proof against it: - he has never said what his sexual orientation is - As far as I know he has NEVER been in a relationship or had a kiss (same situation for me) - When I asked him if he was going to Prom, he said no. When I told him I didn't have a date or really anyone to go with, he flat out said to me that I was not going to get him to go to Prom - He seems very uninterested in Social Media and is very different I suppose from other people. Personality wise.I have always thought of him as a friend, not a boyfriend. Before my parents mentioned their suspicions of sexuality, I never THOUGHT of him that way. I have always been into more twinkish guys/guys with abs. He is more overweight like I am. However he does have brown hair and in all of my crushes that has been common. Another reason why I have never thought about him (besides the two crushes I tried to get over) is the fact that people have commonly mistaken him for my brother.So... do I try to see if he is gay/bi? If so, how do I try to find out? What if he is gay/bi? Do I try to pursue a relationship (which I would not turn down probs) or do we just remain "LGBT friends"?What if he is straight and I make a move on him? Is it worth it? Please help.You may address me as Clark (not real name).
My story. Involves sex so probably not NSFW.
I cant figure out how to delete the extra not in the title of this post lol. This is my story and it is all 100% true, but unfinished. I just decided to sit down and write this today. Its a little rough. I have been considering writing a small book about this, but I am not sure anyone would even be interested. Let me know what you think.Part 1/3 I suppose the first memory I can recall was around age 4. My parents, my sister and I lived in a small 3 bedroom house. It was nothing special really, just a white house on the corner of Coffee St. with black shutters, and a large weeping willow in the front yard. The memory begins with my mother and her best friend Tracy painting a very large dinosaur on my wall. This particular dinosaur happened to also be the father figure on an old TV show called “Dinosaurs.” It was a kids show in the 90's. I remember it took Mom and Tracy hours to finish it. I remember looking at it in awe at night, and somehow I thought it would scare away any monsters that wanted to get me.A few months later, my parents began to get into arguments more and more often. I didn't know it at the time, but they were having money problems. I would later learn the problems stemmed from both my parents being addicts, but as a very young child, all you see when you look at your parents is god. I remember my father would come home after work and want to spend some time with me and my sister before our bed times. I suppose my mother began to feel jealous, because she would be yelling about how he spends no time with her. She would throw things at him, anything she could reach. Ashtrays, canned food, candles, dishes, anything really.Some nights, though, my dad would wake me up really late at night. I remember him saying, “Hey Bud. Wanna play some Nintendo?” And we would play the old Ninja Turtle Nintendo game for hours. And I remember feeling so special because he never woke my sister up to spend time together. These nights were just for me and him.My next memory is of my mother packing my sister and I up and getting in the car to leave. She tells us we are leaving. Dad has done something very bad and we have to go. My sister and I were crying and didn't really understand the situation. I remember the house shrinking into nothing as we drove away.Our new house, was awful. It was one of those HUD homes. It was on a hill with a very long, very crumbled driveway. The house had pale yellow siding and there were cracks in it which gave the house a sinister feeling. There wasn't anything wrong with the actual house, but there was an infestation of mice that was like nothing we had dealt with before. A crazy infestation that mainly seemed to target my closet. I remember in the winter, I would constantly be finding dead mice in the pockets of my clothes. And my mother would make me wear the garment even if it had a dead mouse in it just 5 seconds ago.I remember attending Saint Matthews daycare. My mother would pack my favorite lunch at the time. A cheese, mayo and hot dog sandwich. It was a sandwich consisting of 2 hot dogs that had both been cut long ways and the cut sides were fried in the skillet for a minute or 2. She would also add a little bag of carrot sticks or chips and a juice box. I remember my lunch box was black with a picture of a dragon on it and I absolutely loved it. It was by far the coolest lunch box in my class.Times were tough and we were on welfare. My recently single mother did the best she could to provide us with a home. I remember her picking my up after daycare and she always smelled like delicious food. She worked at a burger joint during the days when my sister and I were in school and daycare.Cooking, however, was not my mother's strong point whatsoever. I remember how often she would prepare fried Spam sandwiches. One of my least favorites honestly. My sister also hated this awful meat product. We would always eat our meals in the living room on the floor so we could watch TV. When mom wasn't looking, my sister would take my sandwich and her own and shove them deep under the couch. Looking back, we probably contributed to the mice problem.As time went on, I suppose my mother began to get lonely. Tired of being single, and tired of having all of the responsibility of taking care of us on her shoulders alone, she started dating. There were many different men that came and went. One man, named Victor, was particularly unusual. He lavished my mother with expensive gifts. He bought her lots of new clothes, a refrigerator and this huge picture to hang on the wall. It was the picture of a gorgeous house cat, and there was an analog clock in the bottom right corner. It was about 5 foot wide and 3 feet tall.Victor and my mother would always be laughing. He and my mother seemed to enjoy each other very much. I remember once I fell down and scraped my knee. I was crying and looking all over the house for my mom. I looked in every room and couldn't find her. Finally I went to her room and opened the door. My mother and Victor were sitting on her bed. My mother was holding a piece of foil in one hand and had a lighter burning in her other hand, under the foil. There was a straw in her mouth. The smoke rising from the foil was going into the straw in her mouth. She took in a big breath and closed her eyes. She let the smoke pour from her mouth. “Mom?” I said quietly. They were both startled, and she dropped everything she had been holding. “GET OUT!” Victor roared and pushed me back and slammed their door in my face. I remember being stunned and not understanding what was happening. I went to my room and cried myself to sleep.My mother and Victor began drinking more and more often. They also had this little orange bottle with lots of little blue pills inside. I would later learn these were Xanax. They started taking the pills when they were together, drinking and laughing.I remember one night my mother cooked these little frozen personal pizzas in the oven. My sister and I loved these little pizzas and were very excited. We gladly scarfed them down on the living room floor watching TV. When we finished, we both got up to put our plates in the sink. We looked at mom, who usually ate her meals on the couch behind us kids. She was slumped over asleep. Her face was in her pizza. I remember trying to push her up and saying “Mom? Mom? Are you ok?” but she wouldn't wake. Her face was covered in pizza so me and my sister tried to clean her up. I remember there were some burns on her face because the pizza was still pretty hot. I was so scared. My sister told me to get a blanket and together we moved mom to a laying position and covered her up.She awoke the next morning as if nothing had happened and life went on. My mother and Victor began taking us to their friends houses, where they would drink and take pills and who knows what else. My sister and I were told to stay in the car. So we would just sit in the car for hours and hours at a time, just waiting for mom and Victor to come back. But when they did come back, the rides home were always scary. One morning, I remember going outside with my mom and sister as she was about to take us to daycare and school. We walked outside and she saw that the front of her car was on the front porch. There was a small hole in the house where her car had hit it. She was visibly shaken. I remember her telling us to wait while she backed it up off the porch. She obviously did not remember the night before. Victor and mom had left us in the car for hours once again while they drank at their friends house. And she almost ran her car through our house.I remember mom and Victor began to fight a lot. He would stay at our house most nights with mom in her room. I remember once seeing him hit my mom. I ran to my room and cried. Cried for hours. I felt so helpless and scared for my mom. I remember waking up hours earlier than everyone else the next morning. I was still upset about what I had seen the night before. I went into the kitchen and found a large box of thumb-tacks. I am not sure what gave me the idea or why I did it exactly, but I took the box of thumb-tacks to the door to my moms bedroom. I sat down in front of the door and took all the thumb-tacks one by one and set them in the carpet, upside down, so that Victor would step on them when he woke up. There must have been a hundred thumb-tacks there.A few hours later, sure enough, I heard my moms door open, and heard Victor shouting “What the FUCK?” He was roaring with pain and I remember running outside and hiding in the bush on the side of the house for hours. When mom finally found me I had apparently fallen asleep. They managed to work out it was me, because they asked my sister and she told them she didn't do it. I never got in trouble, and my mom actually thought it was funny.Mom and Victor began to fight more and more and eventually we never saw him again. Another man came, and his name was Rick. I remember mom taking me and my sister to stay the night at Rick's house. Rick also had a daughter that was about my age, but she was at her mother's house on this night. Rick let me sleep in her room. I remember she had a Pocahontas pillow. I awoke very early in this unfamiliar place. I remember wandering about the house looking for something fun. I came across a book of matches. As a 5 year old I knew hardly anything about fire. I took the matches with me back to the room I slept in. I remember plucking matches from their fixed positions in the book, and scraping them against the sandpaper strip, mimicking the motion I had seen my mother do so many times to light a cigarette. I remember being amazed watching the fire spring forth from the tip. And the smell of sulfur was new and exciting. I watched the fire for a moment, and with another mimicked move, waved the match and watched the flame go out. Smoke still spew from the tip, but the fire was gone. I threw the match in the space between the bed and the wall. And I plucked another match and did it again. And again, until there were no more matches left. Now I was out of matches and bored, so I went into the next room to find my coloring book. I remember coloring a Superman picture for at least 20 minutes. I began to get bored again, so I went back into Rick's daughters room to look for a new toy or something to play with.When I opened the door, I saw huge flames in the space between the bed and the wall. The place I threw the matches. Terrified, I ran to find an adult. My mom and Rick were in Rick's bedroom, and the door was locked. I knew they would be asleep. There was a man I never saw before asleep on the couch, so I did not wake him. Little 5 year old me ran to the kitchen. I saw on the table a huge birthday cake. On top of it was one of those plastic covers that you see on almost every cake in the bakery aisle of the grocery store. Somehow I knew what to do. I grabbed the plastic cake topper and ran to the kitchen sink. I began to fill it up with water. I filled it with what seemed like gallons, and began to run with it back to the fire. But about halfway there, the plastic cake topper cracked and broke right down the middle. All of my water spilled out, wasted on the floor that was not burning. I was so scared. I did not know what to do. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door.Somehow, the man sleeping on the couch woke up when the living room was filling with smoke. He managed to wake up mom and Rick, and they were able to get everyone out of the house. I remember my mom naked except for the bed comforter around her. I remember my mom and Rick yelling and being so upset and I was so scared what was going to happen to me. But they never punished me. Rick's home had been completely engulfed in flames and was totally destroyed. Rick was so thankful he has something called “insurance.”My mom continued to date Rick and we saw him quite often. I remember one day after daycare, my mom, my sister and I arrived home and when we went inside, the house was empty. Rick had decided to surprise my mother by moving her into his newhouse. I remember mom being very upset, but later that night we eventually all drove to the new house we would be staying in. I remember it was about a 20 minute drive from our house, in another small town. It was a tiny nothing little town. We settled in quick and my mom and Rick both seemed pretty happy. Mom and Rick had their own room, my sister had her own room, and Rick's daughter Keely also had her own room. My room was the den. It was a very big space but had no doors and had to be walked through to reach the bathroom or the front door.I remember my first day of school was kind of scary. My mom was the type that never cut my hair, and so it was down to my butt. All of the kids in my class could not figure out if I was a boy or a girl. At lunch that day, I remember the principal sat down next to me as I was eating all alone. He told me that little boys do not get to have long hair in this school, and there was a dress code. My mom would have to have me follow this dress code or I can not go to school here. And he gave me a note saying basically all of that and told me to give it to my mom. I remember mom being furious. “If I want my son to have long hair then it's my fucking right!” is something I remember her yelling. Finally that night she got the electric clippers out and gave me my first buzz cut. She cried. I did not really understand what the issue was.The next days at school were better. Once people knew what my gender was, they seemed to feel more comfortable around me. I remember my teacher Mrs. Gething always read us chapters from “The Boxcar Children” and it was so cool. There was this really nice girl in my class named Emily. My assigned seat was next to hers and she always shared her hand lotion with me. I remember once we were all reading a passage of some story together, and we all had copies to follow along. We would each go around and read a piece of the passage. I remember all I could think about that day was Emily and her hand lotion. She never seemed to share it with many other people, just me. When it was my turn to read, the teacher called on me. My heart sank. I had no idea where we were in the passage. I had to miss recess that day as punishment.Years passed any my mom and Rick seemed to be doing great. They didn't fight much and there was some stability and peace in our lives for the first time in a while. Rick and mom began to hang out with old friends. They would all play board games and drink and seem to have a great time. One night I remember them all playing a board game. They were all laughing loudly and enjoying each others company. I remember that one of my mom's friends pulled out this little bag with white powder in it and held it up. “Anyone want to join me?” he asked. “I would love a boost!” and he stood up and walked to the bathroom. I remember my mom and rick and the other friend there looking at each other slowly. Then they all stood up and walked to the bathroom together. They did not come back for at least and hour, maybe 2. And when they came back they were not acting the same at all. Their eyes were wide and their speech was more rapid. They seemed to be kind of twitchy and just very weird. I remember feeling uneasy and going to my room.I remember that year at Christmas, I got to see my dad for the first time in a while. He looked different. Skinnier. His face had changed a little. His cheeks were not as puffy as they used to be. Like he was hungry or something. I now know it was because of drugs. But I remember he brought my sister and I a gift. It was a Super Nintendo, and 10 or 15 games. I was in love with that Nintendo. My sister and I would play for hours while mom and Rick stayed locked in their room for hours and hours. We would have a safe place to hide in that Nintendo when mom and Rick were fighting.I remember mom and Rick began to leave me and my sister alone for long periods of time during the day and they would return at night, drunk or wide eyed. My sister was 5 years older than me and she basically raised me during those times. She was my best friend and role model. She taught me to read before I started school. She was so excited to share her knowledge with me. She brought home books from school just so I could practice reading with her. She wanted me to be the smartest kid in my class.I remember being around 8 years old and it was summer break. My mom and Rick told me they were going to hang out with some friends and they would be back that evening. At around 9, my sisters and I began to get very hungry. Keep in mind this was the 90's and cell phones weren't really big yet, so we had no way to contact them. I remember us all eating bread slices for dinner. The next day came and still no parents. We were all scared and didn't know what to do. We tried to play games and watch T.V. To keep our mind off of it. That night we ate the rest of the bread slices for dinner. It was hard to fall asleep, not knowing where mom and Rick were, or if they were ever coming back. The next morning we all woke up and there were still no parents. I remember my older sister cooking pasta for us for lunch. She was just 13 and barely knew what she was doing. There was no sauce or anything, just half cooked pasta to eat. That night we just went to bed without eating. Partly because we were so scared, and partly because everything else was a lot harder to cook. On day 4, we awoke to the sounds of the front door being opened. The front door was rather loud and obnoxious as it opened. Mom and Rick walked in, covered in blood and mud. Mom had twigs and leaves in her hair. There was a huge gash on moms arm that looked like it had stopped bleeding and turned into a big scab. Both of them had little holes all over them that had bled. They told us they had been in a car crash. Apparently they had crashed their car the night before, on the way home to us. They somehow managed to both walk around 13 miles back to our house. They didn't even realize they had left us alone for so long, and they didn't seem to care. They both went to their room and locked the door, and hours later when they emerged, they had both showered and their appearances weren't so grim, but they both had wide eyes. Us kids just went to our rooms and ignored them for the rest of that night.Rick's parents suspected Rick was doing drugs, and Keely went to live with them. My sister and I hardly got to see her after that. She would come over to our house and play every couple weeks or so, but for the most part she was not really allowed to come over.Mom and Rick started leaving my sister and I alone almost every day. Things were very dirty around the house. There was very little food at all. But my sister did the best she could to take care of me. She made sure I ate and took a bath and that type of thing.A year or so later, my mom and sister began to get into more and more arguments. My sister was upset at the way my mom had been acting, but mom didn't really care. The argument escalated until my mom and my sister were hitting each other. This scared me so bad. My only true protector was now getting hit by mom. There wasn't anything I could do but watch in horror as she beat her. My mom grabbed the phone and called the police and she told them what had happened. She told them my sister threw the first punch and that mom was just defending herself. Of course the police believed her, even though it was not entirely true, as mom had thrown the first punch. The police took my sister to boot camp.And in an instant, my guardian was gone. The only person that ever truly knew me. The only person that would look out for me no matter what. She was gone. And I was alone. Alone with parents that cared more about drugs and booze than me. I was so scared. And so alone.A few nights later, my parents are actually home for once. We are having a relatively normal night. We are all watching The Simpsons on TV, and we hear a loud knock at the front door. My mom and Rick both exchange glances but neither one of them get up. The knock comes again, louder than before. “POLICE! OPEN UP!” No one moves. They don't get up, they just stare at each other. “POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR! WE HAVE A SEARCH WARRANT!” Mom and Rick both stand up but both seem to be frozen. They don't know what to do. They tell me to be quiet and they will leave. So I just sit there and remain silent. A few more minutes of this loud banging and yells of “POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR!” continue. None of us know what to do. Suddenly we hear this noise, far louder than the knocking and yelling before. Bang. Bang. Bang. BANG! The front door is opened with such force that it comes off the hinges. The trim around the inside of the door is all ripped off in the same instant. A huge cloud of door dust fills the living room, and now bright beams of light appear. Around 8 men and women, all appearing enormous to me, storm in the house. They are wearing what looks like body armor and they all have very big guns in their hands. They are pointing the guns and my mom and Rick and even me. “GET DOWN! ON THE GROUND! PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!” I am maybe 9 years old at this time. I am shaking uncontrollably on the ground. Tears come pouring from my eyes. I am just crying so loudly. The officers let me stand up first. One of them takes me to the side and tries to make small pointless talk to me like “What is your favorite animal? Or what grade are you in” and I am just crying. They have my mom and Rick in handcuffs. They are walking them outside while the other officers seem to be running around our house looking for something. The officer talking to me asks me if I have any family in the area. I say no and so he asks if I have any friends. I say yes, my friend Gabriel. (Although he was my friend, I did not know him very well at all.) This is a very small town and he is able to call Gabriel's parents. He tells them that my parents are being arrested and would it be ok if I spend a night or two. Gabriel's parents oblige and they let me stay. I would later learn that my sister told the cops that my parents were making and selling drugs, which was not true, they were only using. She was trying to get some revenge on Mom for kicking her out and sending her to boot camp. The cops took her word for it and that's why they stormed our house. Mom was furious. The cops only found small amounts of drugs, nothing to connect them to manufacturing and intent to distribute, so no major charges ever came of it. To this day I get chills when I have to interact with police, because they held me at gunpoint as a child.I remember staying with Gabriel. His parents were super nice and only wanted to make sure I was ok. I had a really hard time falling asleep that night. Gabriel's parents had made a pallet on the floor in Gabriel's room. Gabriel's room was super messy, and I got up and straightened everything up for him that night. I realize now that I was just keeping my hands busy so I wouldn't worry about mom. I finally finished cleaning his room and I was so tired I fell asleep pretty quickly.Mom and Rick eventually got out of jail the next day and life went back to the normal. Mom and Rick would leave me alone for hours and hours and get home at very late times. I remember waking up, getting myself ready for school, and walking to school. In those times it was very hard to connect with anyone in my class. I felt so alone everywhere I went. My town was very small and all the kids parents in my class knew each other and talked often. I remember the kids in my class having parties, and many times I was not allowed to go because the other parents knew what kind of parents I had. I remember the crushing feeling of not being allowed to join in. I thought they all hated me. I thought they were blaming me for things that were beyond my control. It really hurt to hear the other kids say “No my parents said you are not allowed to come.” I remember Gabriel being one of the only kids that was nice to me. We had a lot of similar interested. We both loved Pokemon, and I was so fascinated that he had all the Pokemon cards. I never collected them but secretly wanted to, just to play with them with Gabriel.I remember my dad came and spent the day with me on my birthday that year. He took me to Wal-Mart and let me pick out anything I wanted. I picked out a Gameboy Advance and a few games. I was so happy that day. He took me to a restaurant to eat dinner, and then he took me back home to mom.I absolutely loved that Gameboy. I had a place to escape to when my life around me was so shitty. In my games, I could be a character that everyone loved and needed. I could do anything in the games. The characters usually had parents that loved them. Games were like a sanctuary for me. My special place to go when I didn't have anything or anyone. I could go on fantastic adventures and they even helped distract me from my hunger sometimes.I remember coming home after a particularly bad day of school. I went right to my room to get my Gameboy. I had been wanting to escape into it all day long. I went to the shelf where I kept it, but it wasn't there. I searched all over my room, but couldn't find it anywhere. I looked all over the house, thinking I had left it somewhere. Finally I asked my mom if she had seen it. She told me that she had to take it to the pawn shop in order to get some money for bills. I was crushed. It felt like the ultimate betrayal. My one safe place that was all my own. Gone. I went to my room and cried myself to sleep. I was upset for days. I had finally found a place where I could enjoy myself, and my mother took it from me.All though my life, I always have had debilitating asthma. As a small child I would need to take nebulizer treatments every few hours. The kind where you pour medicine into a machine that hooks up to a mask. The medicine is vaporized slowly and you breathe it in through the mask. The treatments each lasted about 30 minutes. I had to take all kinds of pills and syrups and inhalers too. I remember mom almost losing our Medicaid coverage a time or 2 and she got really scared that we wouldn't be able to get my medicine. She was protective of me in that sense. She got really scared when I would have trouble breathing. For almost all of my childhood, I really wasn't allowed to go outside and play. I was forced to stay in the house because mom thought I would have an attack and die. But as time went on I remember me setting up my treatments alone as I was left alone. I would have to remind my mom to get more medicine when the box was empty. Sometimes she would remember and sometimes not. There were 3 different medicines you had to add to the machine, but sometimes I only was able to use 1 or 2 medicines because the other boxes were empty and mom forgot.My friend Gabriel also had asthma. His was also severe and he had to take all kinds of treatments and pills and inhalers too. I remember having to use his inhaler a few times at school because my mom didn't remember to get me more. I think that was another reason I felt safe with Gabriel. I at least wouldn't die from at attack when he was around.My mom and Rick began to stay home more and more. For a while I thought things were going to go back to normal. I must have been around 10. My mom and Rick would stay locked up in their room, or the garage outside, for hours at a time, but at least they were home. I knew now that they were doing drugs. I would sometimes find their makeshift pipes. They would turn just about anything into a pipe. One thing they used a lot was the different pieces of a ratchet set. They come with a bunch of long hollow metal pieces that apparently make great pipes. They would take some brillo pads, or steel wool, and stuff it into one side of the pipe. Other times I would find writing pens that had been taken apart and the plastic shaft was used as a pipe. Other times I would find needles. There was blood on most of the needles I found.Most times, when I came across the paraphernalia, I wouldn't even be looking for it. I would just be putting some clothes away in my closet and, surprise! A bloody needle on the shelf. In the bathroom, there was some blood splattering on the ceiling and walls. Not sure how it got there but I was sure it was because of the needle drugs.I remember finding my dad's phone number one day when I had been left alone for hours. It had been a long time since I had seen him. My mom told me he had been in trouble with the cops for drugs and so I kind of expected him to be like mom, but I still got the phone and dialed the number. It rang for a while and it went to voicemail. I remember leaving a voicemail telling my dad that mom and rick had been leaving me alone for hours and hours every day and I was so hungry and I really miss him.I remember the phone ringing a little while later. I answered and dad asked me what my address is and I told him. He came and picked me up and I stayed with him that night. He was actually living with his mother at the time. I would later learn this was because he was also on drugs, but at the time, I was just so happy to be out of my house and with my dad. I was filled with the memories of him coming into my bedroom late nights to play Nintendo. And he actually did seem to care about me more than mom in those days. He let me stay the night, and he would drive me to the bus stop in the morning. My school was about 20 minutes away, and there was only 1 place the bus stopped in the town where my dad lived. I remember getting home from school and mom was so upset that I had called my dad. She said I was making her look like a piece of shit and a terrible mother. I told her I was sorry, I was so hungry. She grounded me for a week. She took my TV from my room. When she and Rick left for hours and hours every day, they would take all of the TV cords with them, along with any other electronics that I liked.I remember being so bored, and so hungry, that I called dad again. I told him what was going on. He came and picked me up again and gave me some Taco Bell. I remember sleeping so good that night. I woke up the next morning and I started to cry when we were getting ready to go to the bus stop. He asked me what's wrong, and I told him that I hated my house and no one even cares about me there. I asked him if I could come live with him. I remember him saying he would talk to mom about it, but I never knew if he really did.When I got home from school that day, mom was as mad as I had ever seen her. She couldn't believe I called dad again. I told her yet again that I was sorry but she grounded me longer. And now when she and Rick would leave the house, they not only took the TV cords and my electronics, but they also took the phone with them. Now I really was alone. I had no way to contact anyone. I just sat in my room and made up these little games with my toys to pass the time until I was so tired I would fall asleep.A few days later, I was alone in the house of course, and I remember there being a knock at the door. I looked out the window and I saw my dad. I was so happy and I went to answer the door. He said he was kind of worried about me since he hadn't heard from me in a few days. I told him how I was grounded for calling him, and that mom had taken away all the TV cords, and even the phone, so I couldn't call him. I remember him looking upset about this but he didn't really say much. He told me he would be back in an hour or so. And so he left and I wasn't sure if he would really come back. But when he returned about an hour later, and he had several big bags with him. We got in the house in my room and he showed me what was in the bags. He had gone to the store and gotten me all kinds of non-perishable foods that I could hide in my room and eat when mom forgot to feed me. I remember there being all kinds of chips and chocolates, and snack cakes and cokes. And then he showed me another thing he bought. It was a tiny little phone. It almost looked like the flip phones of the earlier cell phones, but it plugged into the phone jack. It didn't take batteries or need to be plugged in or anything. Dad told me this was so I could call him when mom takes the phone away. I was so happy to have someone care. It felt like things were going to be okay.
How to flirt
Hey guys! I have a party with a couple of friends tomorrow evening and there's this really handsome and nice gay guy that I would like to get to know better and perhaps more down the line. Any tips to break the ice? I'm really not good at first impressions and I'm kind of awkward, anything would help!
Weird signals from friend
So I have this straight (I'm pretty sure) guy friend that I've known for a long time from doing different sports together. For context, he's had a ton of girlfriends and is in a relationship right now, although he always complains to me that he's not happy with her and is waiting for the right time to end things. Anyways, he's always been really open and touchy-feely with me, but it's been in a joking "guy friends" type way. But we've been getting a lot closer lately and things are getting a little more confusing. This guy acts totally straight and I don't get any kind of vibe from him, but he's been getting really clingy to me and our relationship has gotten more intimate. He'll stay up late messaging me about really personal stuff, his jokes have gotten more specific (stuff like "you can please me in ways my girlfriend can't" or "you should come over and get in bed with me"). He started calling me babe everytime he messaged me as a joke, but now it's just something he does (he even slipped up one time and did it in person, but then corrected himself).Anyways, the weirdest thing was this week when I asked him to come over to my house because I was home alone and really bored. He made a big point of asking if anyone else was coming or if it was just us hanging out, and I said it was just us. Honestly, at this point I'm hoping for something to happen because this guy's really sexy and I'd built up all these signals in my mind to something that was probably more than what it was. So he comes over and we just talk for a while, and then we start playing video games, and the couch facing the TV is just a two person couch so we're kind of squeezed together on there. So he puts his arm around me and I'm not that surprised because he's just a really cuddly guy and he does that to lots of his friends, but then he put his head on my shoulder and just rested it there for like ten minutes. I didn't know what to say so I just let it happen, and he was like "I could fall asleep like this." I was pretty confused at this point but I wanted to see where this was going so I was like "yeah, I could too." And then he pushed himself up onto my lap and put his head on my chest and said "I'm like a human blanket," and he just stayed like that and we played video games and then he went home. The next day I felt really awkward and didn't know what to say to him so I messaged him "I'm working all day. Kill me." And he said "I don't want to, I like you too much." And then went on about how much fun he had playing games and saying we should do it again. Anyways, just thought I'd share this cause I have no idea what to expect and want to know if it's my imagination or what. Just to be clear he does have a really weird sense of humor and this could just be that, or maybe he wants a close and intimate friendship but nothing more. Not sure yet.
Question...
Hey everyone. I have a story to share. It is not really a coming out story, just my story. And yes I am gay. Anyways, I decided to sit down and write a good chunk of it today. It is by no means finished, and I am just curious about sharing it here and seeing if I should keep writing or not lol.I was considering maybe turning this into a book but I am not sure if it is even interesting. I would love some feedback.Anyways... my question is.. is this the correct spot for it? If not can you show me where to put it as I am very new here.
Cute intergaycial movies?
Don't know if this is the correct place to post this. Does anyone know of any cute gay interracial movies or even a story line with a cute interracial coupling?...you know..for science reasons :3
She did not believe me
Hi, male (18) here. Last year I tried to come out to my best friend (female). We went to a park and I slowly tried to get to the point. After some time I told her that I have something important to say and told her I was gay. But she didn't took it serious and thought I was joking. I have no idea why she didn't believe me. My entire courage to come out went away and even after some tries to convince her it didn't work and I became too scared. Now one year later she still believes that I'm straight and I really want to tell her but have no idea what to do. Did anyone else ever had something similar happen?
regarding the picture that was posted here.
I am genuinely confused, did somebody just post a picture of a guy being raped?!
Does he like me
Hi I'm 19 years old, and since more than one year I'm totally into one of my friend who is very attractive. Last summer we went on camping with other friends together and sleeps in the same bed for one week. I know Its very weird but during the nights I've taken my chances and kissed him. Idk if he was sleeping or whatever but he never seems to react about it. So idk if he knew I kissed him or if I didn't knew cause he act like nothing happened. This year's we have seen each other when we are hanging out with my friends. And in general when we are eating I seat next to him and try to get physical contact. But that don't seems to work at all. So I'm telling my self that he is not interested and too polite to get mad with me. Recently we where at a birthday party. And people where on the swimming pool playing. At one moment we started to create steam on the pool by turning alll together in one direction. And at one moment people started to hold them together while turning. And at one moment he offered me to old him and after that he started to hold me by the shoulders. Nothing really close but enough for me to see some hope. Later we played a game with all my friend seating round in the living room. Of course I was next to him trying to get physical contact with him like my arm touching his arm. He was not running away but we were not very close maybe he saw that just like friendly mate contact. Anyway we haven't slept together cause he was sleeping in the tent of his best friend. I was a bit disappointed. Today we talked a little by SMS again nothing who could suggest he was into me or whatever. But i think I'm enough demonstrative for him so I think I must understand that I'm totally into him. PS he don't know that I'm gay but I think I could have understood that or maybe he is totally blind idk Sorry for this long text and for the mistakes I've done. English isn't my main languages
How we can be a SeroDiscordant Couple without being anxious all the time?
I got diagnosted with HIV tha last Month. I'm not going to fall into details of how much anger and sadness i had feel this weeks, but has been pretty hard for me and my current couple (I'm 20 Years old, same as he). The point is that we have an amazing relationship, we love each other a lot, but we have personal issues with the disease and stuff like that. I have felt insecure this days about what's going to think his family if we are together, and what if he changes his mind or he realize that he wants a normal relation with a healthy person in a future. On the other hand, he's a very anxious person, and sometimes that shit outweighs him in a way that he just wants to be safe and secure from the disease, which is why he feels that we can't be together. I understand him, because it is a scary situation for both of us,And i really want a solution that allow us to stay together as a normal couple, with no anxiety or fears of being infectec. What can we do? it is the only solucion break-up and keep being friends? Also, baby, i know you will read this, and i love you. You are the best person i've ever meet in my life and i'm so happy for being your boyfriend. No matter what happens, you'll always going to be my boy.
Confused....
So my sexuality has always kinda been up in the air.I always knew I liked boys and girls, especially when I was younger (like before high school and even my freshman year) I was romantically into girls so much like I had crushes on almost every pretty girl I knew.Then, freshman year I had my first boyfriend (I've always been sexually attracted to guys but romantically ehh) it's become kinda strictly guys I'm attracted to and I don't like it. I have made out with girls, "talked" to girls, and have even fucked a girl since then (and guys, too). And I'm not gonna lie, one girl I talked to I really had feelings for last summer and I really saw myself getting maybe serious with her but when we went to make out she was horrible and it ruined it lol. Also, when I had sex wth a girl I was really drunk so it was hard for me to stay hard with a condom on but it felt really good!So basically, I just don't know what to do.I find wayyyyy more guys attractive than girls but part of me feels like it's because I suppress my "straight" side, or maybe it's just because I'm gay. I don't know! I want to be bi but I know sexuality just doesn't work like that.Have any of you guys been in the same boat? And how have you solved this issue? I just want this constant thought of "are girls even really an option for me?" out of my head so I can be confident about my sexuality.
Is he into me?
I've been dating this guy for about 6 weeks. We've been on about 10 dates and seem to get on we always have a great time together and text a few times/day but never anything too heavy things seem to be developing nicely but apart from kissing there hasn't been any suggestion of something a bit more intimate.... We haven't even had a chat about sex yet. Is that normal? Is he into me? Im confused and don't really know how to take things to the next level. He seems a bit shy and awkward but does it justify the fact we aren't breaking though to the next level?I know its normal for straight couples / girls to take a little while to get things developed but honestly after 10 dates I don't think its asking too much...Shall I give up or am I just being impatient? Help!
I can't identify my sexuality - does anybody feel the same?
Hey all~I'm a 20-something male, have been with one girl at 16 and one guy at 18. I find both genders sexually attractive when fantasizing about them, but watching any sort of gay porn turns me completely off. This confuses me, since in my head i'm bi. What am I?
I came out
Hi guys! This is a throwaway for now because right now I am not ready for everybody to know.So Friday night I am sleeping over at my best friends house. I had planned to tell him all along but I was nervous the whole time. Well after the night we go to bed. He is in bed, I am on the floor. We were still talking and he asked what was up with me. Then I told him.He didn't say anything for a minute and I was freaked out. Then he got off his bed, unwrapped my sleeping bag and got on the floor with me and wrapped his arms around me. He said he was a little pissed because he thought I was like that and I should have trusted him sooner, but he loved me and everything was going to be okay.We stayed snuggled up like that and talked all night about stuff. He thought I was sweet on a couple guys at school and it was true so I told him how I was feeling for them and a bunch of other thoughts.So that's all. I wanted to tell you about my awesome friend. And if you are afraid of coming out, you should trust the people who love you.
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