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hantsbearI was an impossible case...
I cried at the drop of a hat. Still do.
Never wanted to perform certain acts with a woman. Felt strangely drawn to certain men.
Did not understand it.
Was called a poof and gay at school. Not every day, but enough to give me the message that liking men was Not A Good Thing.
(I should add that I now consider it A Very Good Thing!)
Had two failed attempts at being straight - nice girls, but I disappointed them. I know that now.
Spent years thinking that somehow I was attracted to neither sex; asexual even.
Then...
The internet came along, and my life changed completely. I found that men who liked hairy men. I found men who shared my fetishes.
I found the power to express my fetish.
And then it seemed right. It was the most natural thing in the world.
I came out. And have not looked back into the closet since.
I have blossomed. I have done things that fifteen years ago I would never have dreamt of.
I need to get a time machine. Go back to 1980, find myself.
Tell myself "It doesn't just get better, darling, it gets fabulous!".
Well, probably not so much of a cliché, but you get the picture.
So, honoring the memory of those who didn't have someone who could tell them that, and in the hope that these words will help others, I wore purple today.
I cried at the drop of a hat. Still do.
Never wanted to perform certain acts with a woman. Felt strangely drawn to certain men.
Did not understand it.
Was called a poof and gay at school. Not every day, but enough to give me the message that liking men was Not A Good Thing.
(I should add that I now consider it A Very Good Thing!)
Had two failed attempts at being straight - nice girls, but I disappointed them. I know that now.
Spent years thinking that somehow I was attracted to neither sex; asexual even.
Then...
The internet came along, and my life changed completely. I found that men who liked hairy men. I found men who shared my fetishes.
I found the power to express my fetish.
And then it seemed right. It was the most natural thing in the world.
I came out. And have not looked back into the closet since.
I have blossomed. I have done things that fifteen years ago I would never have dreamt of.
I need to get a time machine. Go back to 1980, find myself.
Tell myself "It doesn't just get better, darling, it gets fabulous!".
Well, probably not so much of a cliché, but you get the picture.
So, honoring the memory of those who didn't have someone who could tell them that, and in the hope that these words will help others, I wore purple today.
