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Steve, you said you had a taste for cherry earlier.
This is an excellent way to pop a cherry in your mouth.

Question:
What do you get when reading the side of a condom box?

Answer:
Erection Protection Directions, probably in sections and an explaination for final dejection.
 
So Erik, can you share the circumstances that caused the flash of insight or the acceptance of yourself around noon on Monday, November 27, 2006? Did you see a stranger across a crowded room or were you standing on the corner watching all the gu...gir...guys go by? Did someone divooon step into your office to show you a computer procedure and lean over you while his hands were on the keyboard and his arms were against your sides? Or is it too private to share? If so, that's OK, too. So long as you can be happy with yourself. I'll bet that you, just like all who have have had the guts to be true to themselves have never had a real voice message from G-d saying, "I hate you and you are lost to me forever because you are gay," because we are all loved unconditionally and your Creator knew who you would be when your soul was fashioned, even before it was breathed into you. If people do feel that they are not loved and are horrible because they are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered or not even able to figure it out for themselves, it is self-hate; it is their brain, giving in to societal pressure, talking to them, not their Creator. We are all made for the mission we have to perform down here. I just hope that hair color has nothing to do with it.

Best wishes, enjoy yourself, but do not lose your dignity in public; neither the appliance collectors nor the homosexuals need any bad publicity and, as you have been told so many times by people who care for you, protect yourself. Every sport has its uniform and protective gear so be sure that you do not join any team that's playing "skins." even though that was mildly stimulating, bordering on the inspirational, in physical education, especially when the older members of the athletic teams were working out during our (you should pardon the word) period.
 
eww, a substantive question and statement.

Thank-you for the positive words and metaphors. Very constructive. I do feel fortunate to be able to come out in such an accepting and understanding forum. There are those who are hostile towards members of their group if they were to be honest about any number of things, including sexual proclivities that seem inordinate. That just seems, and is, so rigid and unrealistic.

I was home when I made the realization. In bed trying to get sleep as I was restless all weekend and trying to get over a upper respiratory infection I have had for more than a month now, and still have. I was thinking, introspection. Having met and had a wonderful experience with Ex I realized that even in light of that and the certain potential for more, I would never be able to function in a heterosexual relationship. And as good as a parent I could be It would make me a mess anytime the slightest thing were to go wrong. It was a matter of practicality really.

I have really suffered a bad childhood which just seemed to get worse with time. (It did) I finally realized, and accepted, that it has scarred me. Lets face it, we are all victims, if you will, of our environment.

As much as I respect womans plight, I have found that in personal circumstances, like living together, would forever have me on edge and expecting the worst. Really the worst. Even as wonderful as Ex was. when ever the slightest thing would be adverse or could even be envisioned with the potential of going bad, and it was rare, I was off expecting the best and planning to go to war. It was me. It had nothing to do with her. I don't have that problem with men. If a man does a stupid thing, and lets face men are more prone to stupid things, I can say it and walk away. It doesn't upset me.

On this info alone, I realized I could never be successful in a hetero relationship, or with kids- even in a gay relationship.

I'm 39, I've found comfort with gay intimate thoughts from early on. Don't get me wrong though, there are attractive woman. This is why I was conflicted.

Yes, I am attracted to men. It makes me happy to admit to that. I never had a problem with liking men. I 've had other problems which have prevented me, in the past, from living a full life. It is good to be free of that.
 
Out

I am a 53 year old "classic" woman, been married 26 years. I am so very glad that more and more men and women are coming out now. In my day, it was considered horrible to be gay, and as a result, made life so difficult for those who were. So much needless suffering over something that was and is so natural for many individuals. I just never could figure out why people don't accept others as they are. Gay, streight, or otherwise, each person is special in their own right. Each person is a wonderful human being and should be treated as such. My parents, both 82 years young, always taught me these values and I, in turn, have brought my own children up in the same manner. I think that the unnecessary stress placed on the gay community starts in one's childhood upbringing. Parents who poison the minds of their children with gay bashing usually grow up to be adults who do the same thing. I'll get off the soapbox now. (I just get so angry at the whole thing!) Anyway, I am privilaged to know several gay men who are great individuals and more than a few straight men who are simply a--holes!
 
Wow...Profound.. Yes we all are products of our enviroment..

Although from age 6 or 7 i knew i liked guys... Used to try to peak at the gym teacher when he changed...

I my self have never found a girl attractive... Things have pursued in that direction once, but that ended it right then and there.. BTW both the flings mentioned in my first post where with guys, not gals...

Whats so funny, is that i can be a big flirt if need be to get something (it got me an additonal $1500 of my truck!)i want, but in the end, the girls always figure it out very quickly... Like the lady at Matthews Ford i deal with... She asked if i was ever planning on meeting Mr. Right... dunno how she knew, but she does...

Good lick....
 
One thing about Clay Aiken or Mark Foley or any number of closet cases: If you were to ask a heterosexual male if he were gay or had any gay feelings, he would not hesitate to let you know that he was straight. He would not try to avoid answering the question by bringing in respect for his privacy or anything else.
 
Erik,

One thing you wrote a bit up in the thread - about finding women attractive - reminded me of something a straight friend said one evening when we passed the open windows of a gym...
Mein Gott! Der hat aber ein Arsch, wie von den Göttern erschaffen...
At my astonishment, he said: Just 'cause I'm straight, doesn't mean I'm blind.
(He said: My God! An ass suited to a god." (No corrections, dahlinks - that's how it comes out in English...)
 
Came out to Mom

Interesting weekend. Started off with a back injury, ended up coming out to Mom.

Neither activity was planned.

The back went out because I tried to pick up something I had no business trying to pick up. Lots of heat, ice, walking, and Motrin later, it's feeling somewhat better, though now my butt hurts. Go fig.

Anyway. Coming out to Mom. I was never really sure how it would play out, but I never pictured all the hysterical laughter that ensued (on my part only.) I had been talking to Keith (my BF) on the phone and when I hung up, Mom asked who was on the phone.

Me: Keith.
Mom. Oh. How is he?
Me: Fine.
Mom: Is he married?
Me: Nope.
Mom: Is he...gay? (This is pretty much a standard question for Mom.)
Me (nodding head): Uh-huh.
Mom: (pause) Are YOU gay?
Me: (nodding) Uh-huh.
(Wait for it... Wait for it...)
Mom: I'm being punished for something.
Me: (laughing.)
Mom: Are you really?
Me: Yup.
Mom: How long have you been?
Me: Uh, all my life.
Mom: Well, you never told me.
Me: You never asked.
Mom: You're not really gay, are you?
Me: (still laughing) Yes!
Mom: Well, you're gay but you don't practice, right?
Me: (laughing harder)
Mom: Okay, you're gay but you don't do what gay people do, right?
Me: (still laughing) Uh, can we not discuss this?
Mom: But you're such a germ freak! (Which I'm not.)
Me: (practically wetting myself, and bear in mind this hurts like hell) That doesn't have anything to do with it! And it really shouldn't matter to you.
Mom: Of course it matters; I'm a mother. <Pause>You don't advertise it, do you?
Me: (can't control laughter): Advertise it? No, I don't advertise it.
Mom: Good. Don't.

And that was it for the rest of the day. By nightfall, Mom hadn't mentioned it again so I assumed she forgot (entirely possible, by the way.) Then at bedtime I told her Keith was coming over and she said "Is he nice?"

"Yes."

"Would I like him?"

"I sure hope so."

"You hope so? Why?"

"Because he might be your son-in-law someday."

"Son in law? You like his daughter?"

"No, I like him!" (Mom can't hear worth squat.)

"Are you really gay?"

"Yes!"

And that's what happened. How Mom could not have known all these years is beyond me. I suspect she did know, just denied it. The whole process was so hilarious I just couldn't stop laughing.

Haven't told my brother yet, but I can pretty much tell how it's going to be:

Me: Do you care that I'm gay?

Jim: Nuh-uh. Did you get anything on my Christmas list?

I'll keep youall posted on further developments.

veg
 
I hear ya babes.

There is someting about a woman in a dress or a skirt, in panty hose and heels, all dolled up. Just the sounds they make when they walk, and the gentle wafting scent.. *SCHWING*. I guess I just need a bit more to grab onto.

But a well-toned man.. OH LA LA ~!. They don't want to own you. They don't want to possess you. They dont want to change you. They don't want to marry you. They dont want a two-decade or longer meal-ticket. They don't want your name and they dont need your credit rating. What more could you ask for?

...and most of the ones I know can suck a baseball through 50 feet of garden hose, no questions asked.

(ducks and runs)

OK OK snd the hate-mail privately..THIS WAS A JOKE!
 
~Somebody needs to send me the rules. Also maybe someone can tell me how to make may Gaydar work. Or is that old technology?

Yes please send them to me too! Adn the gay agenda whidl you are at it!

The rules are learned ever so slowly. The best part of this lifestyle is that we make our own. Once you have broken society's biggest rule, and do the m2m and f2f thing, the rest come easier. In general do what others do in specific sitautions. Like, you'd never have a conversation while in the rest-room, in general. There are places in gay life where talking is a no-no.

Similarly, we all have one mouth and two ears to repeat only half of what we hear. Gossip and the tongue have no bones but break many. Dont let on and don't let anything surprise you. Remeber what they- say "What is real? whatever the mind can imagine is real".

Everyone's perception is colored by their ethnicity, culture, language and life experiences. Not to mention their emotional neediness. In a word, it is colored by their expectations. If you believe life is grand it is. If you belive life is miserable, guess what? it is. Don't judge ever. As a human being no one can possibly know all sides of a story.

As far as Gaydar. Listen to your solar plexus (gut) with all these damned male metrosexuals who color, pluck, tease, curl trim and man-scape it's not as easy to be sure anymore. The eyes, however, still give it away. On rare occasions two same gendered people will look into each other's eyes, forget to blink and you will "see" into each-other's souls.

And remeber this.... the only thing a straight nman will not do? Kiss another man deeply. Trust me on this one. It's counter-intuitive. but ever so true, IMHO.

Life according to Toggle. Now go into the bathroom. Get on your knees. Worship the porcelain goddess and puke all this nonsense out that you just absorbed. Feel better? GOOD!
 
LoL..

Yea i peeked and peaked... Esp. my high school gym teacher.. OMG, he was drop dead gorgus..I got to see him in his undies more than once and even less a couple times...
 
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