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31.
I havent came out the closest yet.I just don't know who to talk to.Every day I yearn for that special touch ( you know what I mean)But I don't know how to meet other people.Also this passion of mine if driving my boyfriend and I apart.Meanig our sex life isn't what it used to be.I am less interested and it shows.
6 March 2004
32.
Hi.
Know who I am ? Hmm. I'll tell you. Stefan. Six-foot-two, 250-pound african american male living in New England.
I'd like to tell you about how I dealt with my exes. Let's say that I was a senior in high
school. Just a regular guy. I was a bit confused about my sexuality. Like most guys, I was aroused by women and wanted to fuck the hell out of them. Just spread those legs, honey and feel my awesome rod of power. I unfortunately also felt something for the fellas. I used to catch myself fantasizing about bending a certain Latin pop diva with a bad taste in men and a thing for black rappers over a desk and giving her a ride on my
rod. I also had fantasies about a certain athletic male celebrity who is currently embattled over some shit I know he didn't do. So, I started thinking that maybe I was bisexual.
That was far more acceptable in my masculine mind than to be one hundred percent into dick. For the record, I like to be the man in ANY relationship. I was in high school and I met this girl named Dashika. Fine ass-sistah. She was so hot I wanted to take her to my crib and just hump the first time I saw her. I talked to Dashika and we became friendly acquaintances. Then, I met Sam. A tall and slim white boy. He looked ordinary enough, but was a bitter, arrogant mysogynistic homophobic racist. A rogue's rogue and a macho man at that. Sam was interesting and I befriended him - for a day. Then, a terrible thing occured. A battle of wills. I have to win all the time so Sam became my enemy.
In public, Dashika and Sam were my archrivals. Sam was seeing a cheerleader chick named Rachel and Dashika was single. She is a man-hating feminist. Women like her tend to remain single. I pursued both Sam and Dashika and we....got politically and anatomically correct. In other words, we fucked. It was interesting. My first time with anyone. I had been with a girl and a guy. Wow ! I liked those two. In public, we were enemies. In private, we embraced. I think I loved them. What a sucker I was !
Then, Sam started to hang out with a bunch of skinheads. I hated those freaks. I also disliked Dashika's man-hating friends. They were so ugly. I noticed that a lot of feminists were ugly. Sam slipped up, humiliated me in public and ended our affair.
One of Dashika's friends hassled one of my boys. What could I do ? I made sure the unpleasant bee-yatch had a little....accident. Nothing lethal....she just got a bit uglier (lol) !
Dashika swore revenge. She teamed up with Sam and they became my worst nightmare.
I began seeing a girl named Jessica. Jessica was sweet and all. I liked her a lot. I think I liked her more than she liked me. I wanted to be away from Sam and Dashika.
Sam had gone all noble and come out as queer. Dashika became his faghag/partner in revenge. They wanted to ruin me. I couldn't let that happen. I considered killing them both. I didn't feel like going to jail. I had to think of something else. So, I did.
I began a rumor about Sam cheating in a certain state test. He denied it, which added fuel to the fire and the bastard lost his scholarship to college and didn't graduate high school. He ended up in summer school. I was sad, surprisingly. I respected Sam, both for being comfortable with his sexuality and his other talents. As for Dashika, I started making untraceable phone calls and anonymous letters and started rumors and even accused her of sleeping with Jamal, the school's playah and one of the guys. He just laughed at that. Dashika denied it. Her femnazi friends accused her of selling out. She lost her scholarship to a certain all-female college. But she did graduate. Where she went I do not know.
A year later, I am in Boston. Just another college student there. I am at this small school.
I met a lot of interesting girls and guys. I dated a few ladies. Joann. Nakima. Carla.
I was briefly intrigued by a flamboyant male named Hank but lost interest. He was too effeminate for me. I am in awe of one girl, though. A girl I'll call Lydia. She is cute, with brown hair and brown eyes. A caucasian girl. She is nice and easy to talk to. I may or may not have revealed to her that I was bi. She thought it was cool. Weeks have passed. At school, the guys dont hassle me and the girls dont bug me. I am just a straight guy in the crowd. I have to assume that Lydia knows what I am but she hasnt told anyone, otherwise my life ould be very unpleasant. Men would try to beat me. Females would think I was nasty or worse, treat me like a female. I am NOT like one of those effeminate bastards on TV. I am 100 percent masculine. I play Football, damn it.
Right now, I am seeing a girl named Judea and a guy named Brunell. Brunell is straight acting and in the closet. Judea thinks I'm a God-fearing heterosexual macho man. (lol).
Life is good. My sex life is.....tolerable. Yet the one person I think of all the time is Lydia.
I am used to females and even males betraying and mistreating me. She hasnt done either of those things. We are casual friends and she has a boyfriend. I want to do her so bad. I'll settle for being friends for now.
Peace.
STEFAN
Boston
16 March 2004
33.
Coming out openly was the best thing I ever done, even
if my only son distanced his self from me and won't have
notthing else to do with me. But I am 50 now and he is 34, so if he don't like it tuff. I'm a slim, white, redhead woman in love with a 40 year old slim black gal and we
love ever minute we are together now, wheter its a cool
walk in the evenining or makeing out at night in the bed
room.
Janie B.
Eastren Kentucky
24 March 2004
34.
My "coming out" experience was fabulous. I fell for a close friend and she responded enthusiastically. We were together for nearly three years when she decided she had had enough of homo-sexuality and wanted to enter into a "straight" marriage. The result -- I was left heart-broken. Thinking that it was a one-off thing for me, I also married a guy soon enough. Result -- disastrous alliance. After leaving him I decided to try my luck again with another woman. Result -- again left heart-broken.
But I still feel strongly for women and know that someday soon I will find a wonderful woman who can love me for a long time. Just dont know where to look though.
My family still doesnt know. Its unfortunately still a taboo in India. I dont even know where to look for lesbian friendships and dates in Delhi. Any ideas anybody?
cutewhendrunk @ hotmail . com
New Delhi, India
31 March 2004
35.
Actually, im not sure if i'm gay or not, thats the problem. I go into different moods. Sometimes i'll prefer a man partner and other times i'll prefer a woman partner. I'm not sure if this makes me bisexual either. I think i would prefer a man more than a woman though, but still, im confused.
Jcisgod @ comcast . net
3 April 2004
36.
It started when I was in grade school. I’m in a all-girl school so, all the people I see are girls. I’ve got a lot of crush. Yes, girls. I graduated in that school. But I never had a girlfriend.
I’m in m high school and I love it here. Like other girls, I really like boys, and a lot of them. One of those guys is Archard. We dated. And he broke my heart. I tried to love another guy. His name is Paul, but unfortunately, he has a girlfriend.
One afternoon, it was raining. I just walk home so I have to wait for the rain to stop. He was there too. He invited me to go upstairs and wait for the rain to stop. I joined him coz I really liked him at that time. When we we’re upstairs, he started kissing me in the cheeks, forehead, ears, kiss and my neck. I stopped him. I don’t want to be just the other girl. So I ran and went home.
The following day, I was with my friends and he excused me. We talked about it and told me he cannot break with her girlfriend for me. He didn’t love me.
I loved again. But I can’t love guys anymore. I hated them. they always break my heart. I loved for the third time. I loved a person I can’t live with and be with. I loved a girl just like me. She’s an obit or tibo or tomboy… That’s what we call lesbians in our country. So, I liked her So much. But she had her girlfriend. So again, I waited. Then maybe after a few days, my best friend just told me the she had broke up with her. She courted me…
Then this Paul came out in my life again… he courted me… he told me he love me.. and will never hurt me.. he was sick!! I never wanted him as a boyfriend thou. So I continued my life. I’m with my girlfriend. Until now… Going strong… we kiss… we sleep together… we go out… not afraid that we will be seen… her grandparents know that we’re together… My grandparents know that we’re together. Our whole family knows, except our parents…
We are now entering another problem… I have to leave the country. I have to leave her. I have to leave my life. I don’t want to, but I have to. My parents are both in the U.s. I want to tell them. I don’t want to go…
5 April 2004
37.
i am gay and single call me 711604
kirsty gower
00kgower @ canterbury . kent . sch . uk
kent
8 April 2004
38.
i am 14 years old and i was joking to myself that i was gay then i started to believe it and now i like girls
8 April 2004
39.
ok heres my problem...im 17 yrs old and and dont know how to tell my best friend that im bi. its like when me and my fiance are having sex and hes eatin me out i imagen its her and i loose it.but i jus dont know how to tell her without freakin her out. if u have ne ideas plz share...
~*tabbie*~
tabbie
babyimallurz16 @ aol . com
md
10 April 2004
40.
Yes!!! I'm also a lesbian! And that means and always has meant so much to me. So I understand the author of this article oh so well. Maybe even too well, because I have a similar story. I was married to a man and was recently shocked to discover that I only have these "friendly" feelings for him. There wasn't love! There wasn't anything of that sort! All our orgasms were just a fake! In fact, there never were any so called orgasms! Anyway, that's what lady magasines and my lady friends told me. But the true revelation came then I finally understood that I'm also gay!!! And a full-blood Indian. Now I can love my husband again without divorcing him, in our family tribe with the spirits of dead relatives guiding us to the bright future.
11 April 2004
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