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I think I would still have the same belief system either way, but being who I am has given me the conviction needed to stick to it and stand up for it without being easily swayed.

Like...think of anything and everything that children and teenagers do in regards to relationships and finding a girlfriend or boyfriend. I always tell my straight friends to think about the first person they ever had a crush on and how, if they'd wanted to, they could have told that person how they felt without worrying about being the latest bit of gossip on everybody's tongue, which would no doubt cause problems, which would no doubt end up in the office and then at home with your parents. Growing up, even as young as nine or ten, people would bug me, "Why you don't have a girlfriend, why you're not looking at some girls, when are you getting a girlfriend????" and at that age, I was already 100% certain of my sexuality (well, not entirely so...I knew I liked guys, and I knew I had interest in girls, but I thought the former overruled the latter and that was it), so imagine having to be a middle school student having to answer to aunts and uncles and cousins asking you why you don't have a girlfriend.

I only went to one dance in high school (and had an incredible time, so that was my mistake) because I couldn't deal with the pressure. I would have been content with going stag every single time (and ultimately, I did go stag to my senior prom), but by that point, I was so affected by the constant "You don't have a girlfriend?!" comments that I didn't even want to run the risk of that coming up. I didn't want to go with a girl who was a friend because my desperate parents would make all kind of assumptions -- even if they didn't verbalize those assumptions -- about something going on between me and the girl. I think it's hilarious that I started using the excuse, "I want to concentrate on school and getting my education" when I was like 10, and they STILL accept that as a valid excuse now when I'm nearly 21 years old. It's hilarious and sad, for me and for them.

I do consider myself lucky, though, because the high school I went to was fairly gay-friendly as far as the student body and most of the teachers were concerned. We had tons of lesbians, some real and some pretend, but only two or three out gay guys, none of whom were really my type, and I'm sure I wasn't theirs. Of course there were homophobes (many of whom I think acted homophobic even though they weren't just because they felt that accepting and respecting LGBTism makes people assume you are LGBT, which didn't happen at our school, so that made no sense), but the vast majority was accepting and respectful and very understanding and even curious about gay issues. The curiosity is what really killed me the most some times LOL I told this jock-ish baseball guy that I knew I could trust, and he kept asking me what turned me on. He came up to me after school in his uniform on the way to practice once, spread his legs and bent over in front of me, all "Don't tell me this doesn't get you hot!"

I was able to come out to a good number of friends, and in college, I took the initiative to no longer conceal it from anyone I met. I don't introduce myself as "Hey, my name is...I'm gay, by the way, so I hope that's cool with you." But if something ever comes up in discussion where my saying something would clue everyone in, then I don't try to talk around it or keep quiet, I just say it, and it's great. So school and friends started to become easier by the time high school started, and by graduation, it was mostly a non-issue. Home and family is a completely different story in almost every conceivable way.

I could go further with this, but I don't want to bore you :lol: I've long thought about putting this [!@#$%^&*] on paper (or on a flash drive) and somehow making some sort of story out of it...just a linear story of what it meant to be a gay/bi young man growing up in the south.

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That's a great story. I loved reading it. It's always a double edged sword, I can look at your genereation and think "you lucky bitches!" because I dealt with alot more hassle in school all starting with other kids calling me SISSY. But that was 1974, and it didn't get much better for the rest of my school experience. And then, on the other hand.... I look at the guys who were 15 years older than ME, and I thank my lucky stars that we had the sexually permissive 70's to soften the blow on me in the 80's when teenager stuff came along. I could go to a gay bar and not have to worry about getting arrested when I got grown, unlike the older generation. I was also lucky in that I developed early and was physically tall for my age, so didn't get picked on as much as if I was the proverbial "99 pound weakling". So I guess we all have some blessings to count. That story about the guy in the baseball uniform is HILARIOUS, you should have grabbed his ass to see his reaction! LOL

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They do have it easier, but we also had it easier than those in the 50's. At least in out generation we could come out as adults without complete ostracization most times. Last month I saw the guy that I felt up on the school bus when I was 14. He had a wife and a couple of kids. Gave me a STRANGE look.

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That was a interesting story and i am glad your shared it with us.

LOL, I just had dinner and drinks with an old guy friend and his wife. They have three kids. I thought going into it she did not know we use to foold around, but by the fourth shot she brought it up, lol. It was amusing.

Curious guys are my weakness. They are the ones i always want and go for.

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Oh, don't think I never copped a feel! They knew how horrible the state of affairs was for gay guys in our school who had sex drives just like everyone else, so they let me have my fun every now and then :lol:

I always fall for the ones who are too nice/understanding. Growing up, very few people took the time to get to know me, really know me, and care about me, so I always latch on to the ones who are nice to me by default, even though that's just common courtesy.

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AMS, very interesting stories, thanks for sharing. I'm glad that "It (Got) Better" ;) .

There's also a certain type of straight man who is essentially a narcissist who gets off on adoration regardless of the admirer's sex. I have a friend who is like this, I think Mario Lopez and Marcus Patrick are more famous examples. :lol: I can't remember the name of the program, but years ago on PBS there was a show/documentary about latin teens in L.A. One of the friends in the group was a gay guy and he was all, "I don't do black and I don't do asian" blah blah, and his macho/chauvinistic friend was sort of asking him embarrassingly graphic questions for the cameras ("Do you *blank* *blank*? I like to on girls, especially if she's like lightskinned"). :huh: I mean, did this guy ever think his mom might see this?? Maybe he didn't care. At any rate, then he was like, "I mean, would you kiss me right now if I tried to?" and he leaned in to kiss him and immediately pulled back like "Haha!" and the gay guy was sort of blushing and embarrassed as he was totally up for it. You know, jerks like that.

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Yes, it got lots better :) It was never that bad, though. School never got that bad, at least. Home, definitely, but school, definitely not. Oh, I was called names (pick one, any one, and I was called it), but it wasn't a day-to-day thing. When it was bad, it was horrible, but it would never last, so I was all right. It was actually kinda around this time (middle school) that I sorta formulated my "type." Most guys regarded me as less than them because I sucked at sports, so any athletic guy who was really good at sports but also respected me and treated me like a friend was instantly my crush of the week :lol: The very first one, though...I don't think I've ever stopped having feelings for. Whenever I think I've finally grown up and moved on, he comes into my life some miraculously way just to remind me of how wonderful he was at a time when I needed someone like him the most...but that's another story for another day :lol:

I totally know what you're talking about with the narcissistic guys. See, this reminds me of my high school PE class that I had with one of the out gay guys (who was the most visible because...this is south, if you're a teenage guy who is out of the closet, somehow you end up on the front page of the newspaper) in my school. The straight guys LOVED that dude. They loved him. You got a shitload of teenage guys with a crapload of hormones sitting around a locker room in their underwear for ten minutes every day. we're going to talk about sex a lot. One of my biggest regrets is that I didn't have the guts to come out to some of them because I knew I would have been more comfortable in the situation (which wasn't bad really because I thought I was going to hate PE that year, but I absolutely loved it because most of the guys fit right into the type I described earlier -- but I managed to keep my feelings in check, so I was proud of myself haha). I'll never forget the day we were playing the "would you?" game, where we basically answered if we'd do something embarrassing or gross for a million dollars or whatever. I won't say what the question was, but everybody said yes immediately. Almost too immediately, lol.

I just realizes I tell long ass stories hahaha I really need to work on putting this all together.

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