THAT THIN RUBBER WALL

Hello to all, people of the forum, and sorry for the long absence from the discussions, now that I have more free time I promise to participate more diligently. Here are some of my last year reflections; I would like to know what you think about it, or if you have had similar moments with your parents.

Let’s start from this assumption: I did my coming out with my mother in June last year. I thought everything would be pretty smooth with her: she’s an open person and has lots of homosexual friends and acquaintances. Before doing this great step I consulted with a cousin of mine, who has long known of my homosexuality, to ask him how he thought my mother could take it. He claimed that there would be no problems whatsoever; the same was told to me by a friend of my mother, a person whom I have always trusted a lot and to whom I had asked for advice in order to prepare my plan.

I still remember the scene: my mother had come to see me that day in the city where I was studying. I thought of telling her everything as soon as she arrived. For months I could not stand the silence, having to bypass certain questions, even on a simple “how are you?” or “what do you do?” In a word, I couldn’t stand anymore that I couldn’t be myself in front of her. The thing had become more acute after the previous month, May 2014, when I had begun the relationship with my current boyfriend. “So,” I told myself that morning, “as soon as she gets here, I’ll tell her.” Obviously I didn’t succeed. I waited, while we were in my house, to find the right moment. Since at such moments we are always kissed by the blindfolded goddess, what I never wanted to happen happened: by accidentally rummaging in a drawer, she found an old pornographic DVD (gay) of which I didn’t even remember the existence (I thought that I hadn’t it anymore). I took it from her hands, made a thousand improvised excuses and threw the DVD away within two seconds.

The moment I was patiently preparing the ground for my coming out, this was naturally a mess. The height of misfortune was reached when, by chance, a backpack fell from the top of my closet, opening itself and letting go out a box of condoms carefully hidden by me there. As they say: so lucky! All this, as well as unexpected, also seemed tragicomic to me. On either occasion my mother didn’t make a wrinkle; nevertheless my delicate and meticulously constructed plan to introduce the discourse had gone, to put it mildly, to hell. I remember that we went out, seemingly I was the the same guy as in the morning, but inside I cursed myself, for having forgotten the DVD there and for the unfortunate coincidence of the backpack.

We went to eat out in a restaurant. And there I told her everything, between one dish and another; I didn’t use the word gay or homosexual, I didn’t have time to speak clearly. I mentioned something I wanted to tell her and after a few tentative attempts she said to me: “Are you with a boyfriend?” And I replied: “Yes”, with the sensation of throwing myself headlong into a black chasm, where I hoped to find a soft surface that would have mitigated the fall, but it was not like that.

I still remember her gaze at that moment: it was as if a wasp had stung her; in her eyes I read for a moment her pain, an unexpected pain, never imagined. After about a second she came back to her usual way of doing, but there was a touch of coldness in the voice. I realized that my predictions were wrong, that I had thrown myself down and had banged my head violently. “I would have never imagined …”, she told me. “I know how sensitive you are, but I never would have imagined.” Then she resumed with an institutional, very cold tone. “it will take me a while to metabolize. It is not easy for us. No nephews (I am an only child n.d.r.). You did well to tell me. On the other hand we have a very close relationship. Many people never say these things, for a lifetime. Don’t tell dad, he would never understand. Perhaps, with the good that he wants you, one day maybe yes… or maybe not … it’s better to avoid, I think. The soup is tasty, isn’t it? We have to go back here, they make a nice home cooking.” I swear to you that at that moment I wanted to die. It had not gone well. I had hardly seen my mother, usually so warm with everyone, taking on such a cold attitude. At the exit she told me: “Well, hug me”. But it was not a hug, or at least, not one of those I had always received, this one was certainly the coldest. Then nothing more. I was very upset.

Then in the evening I forced myself to stop thinking about it. It was my last night in the city where I had studied and lived for four years and a furious storm raged, I had seen similar rains only during the monsoons. I had greeted my mother as if nothing had happened. In the following days we talked on the phone; she seemed much quieter, even cheerful. She simply told me she wanted to talk a little better with me about the thing. Several times I threw the hook, while she and I were alone at home, when I was home for the summer. We didn’t discuss a second time about it: every time I was about to start talking about it she stopped me saying that it was not the moment and nobody said anything more.

As you can imagine, the thing left me very melancholy. You must know that in the past I had a long relationship with a girl, which ended precisely when I decided to face reality and follow the true feelings that were in me. At that time my mother was always there to ask me how my girlfriend was, when I went to visit her etc. she kept also giving me money, without my request, so I could go and see her, since we were both away from home and during the holidays we lived in different regions.

Given this past, I would have expected a quite similar attitude, at least I would have expected she would ask me how I can meet with my current boy, since we are more than a thousand miles away, I expected that she would offer me help at least sometimes. For a year nothing. I am proud and, I have to admit, I have a tendency lately to shut myself up more than in other periods of my life, I have never asked for anything. Result: economic efforts to save money and buy airline tickets, and so far no problem, there is much worse in life and this is certainly not the problem for which I write here; rather, I was grieved that I continued to take planes for a whole year, once every two months, without saying anything to her. Indeed, I lied every time. I was pretending to be in France (where I currently live) and actually I was in Italy.

In such cases you have to behave like you were a spy: you must be careful never to turn off the phone because, in the event of an unexpected call, the interlocutor should not hear the answering machine of an Italian operator rather than one French; you must be careful never to use a credit card in Italy, because movements are traceable; you must call the landlady to avoid problems to rise in the days when you are away because she could call your parent’s home in Italy; you must invent days never lived and, what is still worse, and has always been unacceptable for me , you have to lie on the phone every night, inventing imaginary stages in radio astronomy that allow only a few minutes of phone calls a day due to radio screens in proximity to the tools (yes, I also invented this). Is not it horrible to have to lie like that, moreover to your mother? And all this because I was afraid of the rubber wall that I found in front of me, not hostile but not friendly, not contrary but not favorable. And I lived and I still live with terror that my father can discover the thing (in which case the catastrophe is assured).

Last April I had resigned myself to the painful idea that in my mother’s eyes I was no longer the same; I felt less loved and, behind all the good speeches, I saw the sad truth that “the majority of parents would not want to have a gay son.” No, they would want a gay son “but” they would prefer avoid such a opportunity. Then if it happens, they show to accept it, or at least maybe they try, but … And into this “but” the figure of my mother is drowned until recently. Then, in April, precisely during one of her visits to the foreign city where I currently live, she asked me for detailed information about my boyfriend, G., offering me the support that long ago would have been the norm.

I reassured myself, and in these months my hopes have increased. Of course, not everything goes well, in the sense that the subject is rather a taboo. I don’t know if my mother will ever get to love me just because I’m homosexual, going from “it is so and I’m not pleased, but I love you the same” to “I love you just because you are homosexual and you’re happy to be, because you’ve had the courage to take the reins of your life and you have a wonderful love story with G.” Perhaps I’m claiming for too much, indeed, almost certainly, but I wonder: is it so difficult for some parents to leave aside, even in lucky cases like mine, the irrational fear dictated by years of backward education on the subject, consolidated with age? I don’t know, have you had similar experiences? Or your coming out finished unexpectedly? A great greeting to all. I promise from now on to write more on the forum!

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GET TO THE AWARENESS OF BEING A GAY IN LOVE AND REDISCOVER SEXUALITY

Hello Project, 
I am a guy 19 years old, people tell me I’m beautiful, I don’t know if it is true, but certainly the girls buzz around me a lot and court me, we can say that I have always considered myself as a hetero, a bit just to say so, in the sense that it’s the girls who run after me and not me who I run after them, however, I had never had the idea of being gay until a few months ago. All my friends see that girls come after me and that I joke a lot with them and consider myself totally straight. 
In reality, I have always been little interested in sex. I honestly don’t think I have physical problems, but for me masturbation has always been just half a thing. I’ve never used gay porn, I really didn’t even think about it, while I used straight porn a lot and looking at the girl and trying to see myself in the guy’s place, I could easily get an erection too, and I also came to ejaculation without problems, but in the end I still had a strange feeling, that is, I told myself that if sex is this, all in all, it is a very relative thing.
On the other hand, I liked very much to think of tenderness with a girl, of cuddling, but not of really sexual things, I thought that then such things would come by themselves and in the end I didn’t worry too much. With one of the girls I found myself in situations where you could get to have sex very easily because she would be there for sure but I left with an excuse and, frankly, I didn’t regret it.
This seems the story of a heterosexual disinterested in sex, speaking clearly, I had come to masturbate once a week and even less but not forcing myself, just spontaneously. Then, in January of last year, as the final exam was approaching, I began to study with a group of friends: two guys and a girl who all lived in my area. The girl had a boyfriend who had nothing to do with us and we can say that with the girl we were only fellow students, in the sense that when we didn’t see each other to study she would go with her boyfriend, we three guys usually spent together also our free time.
In practice a beautiful friendship of us three guys: I (Joseph), John and Andrew (fantasy names). John often spoke of girls, Andrew never. At the time I didn’t give any meaning to these things, for me they were just friends. We spent also three days together in the mountains and nothing happened. We studied together, we went out on Sunday and Saturday nights, but everything ended up there. One day, a girl who was not of our group had tried with me but in a way a bit strange for our standards, in practice flirting a bit, which is something that I never endured and I had left leaving her open-mouthed. This fact, but above all the idea of being, if you like, “boarded”, had upset me a bit.
In the evening I call Andrew I tell him that there is something I would like to talk about with him but there are my parents at home and the speech is only vaguely mentioned then we pass on msn and we stay chatting until very late, over two o’clock in the night. Andrew didn’t answer me in the usual banal way but tried to make me think, didn’t advise me and didn’t suggest anything but I knew he was listening to me. I was very happy and in the end I told him very clear: “Talking to you tonight made me feel good, I really needed it!” He replied: ” I was pleased too, it almost never happens to talk so!” Then we wished goodnight. I felt in a very beautiful euphoric state, I had discovered that I had a real friend with whom I could talk about everything, one willing to listen to me for hours. In short, I began to think that friendship was really an important thing to get better.
In the following days I noticed that Andrew of our conversation hadn’t said anything to anyone and I enjoyed it very much. Then we started to talk often on msn, I was waiting to see when he arrived online and if by chance someone else called me I didn’t even answer, I was very well with him.
One Sunday that my parents were not home, I ask him if he wants to speak in voice on msn, he says “Yes, of course.” I lie on the bed with the headphones on my head and we start talking and there something unexpected happens, that is, I begin to get an erection, I think it is because I have not masturbated for a long time and I don’t give weight to the thing, the conversation proceeds and I wonder what Andrew would think if he knew I’m in that state, but at that time I didn’t suspect at all that he had something to do with my getting an erection.
 A few days later we are again in a voice-chat and I get another erection even if this time I had masturbated in the usual “poor-hetero” way just the day before. I like Andrew’s voice, I like his breaks, I feel like I’m almost courted by Andrew, but very differently from how girls do, it’s all extremely slow, then I think about Andrew’s smile that is very sweet and while he talks I let myself go with the imagination, I think I would like to be in intimacy with him, who for me is becoming a very important person, I stay in erection all the time we are on msn but the thing seems natural to me, when we say goodbye it is very late and I go to bed, I masturbate thinking of Andrew leaving the fantasy completely free and there I discover a new world! I live masturbation with a total involvement, something that I never thought could happen to me and I say to myself: “So this is the true sexuality! Now it makes sense! I’m gay!”
Believe me, Project, a discovery like this has not in any way challenged me, I told myself that I fell in love with Andrew and that I absolutely want to be with him. The fears are coming later, but not the fear of being gay, I didn’t have it, but the fear of losing Andrew, of putting him in trouble, Project, I loved him at all levels. Since then he has become the only object of my masturbation fantasies and I have rediscovered the sense of sexuality, but there is a “but”, what should I do with Andrew? How should I behave? And now, after two months, I’m still at this point. In Andrew’s life, as far as I know, there have been no heterosexual adventures but neither anything that would ever make me think he was gay, just nothing.
We continue to hear each other very often, I almost always call him, but if I don’t call him, after two days he calls me and we are on msn for hours, often joking and talking about nothing or just exchanging smiles! Now I feel in a stalemate, now I know I’m gay and it makes me immensely pleased because I finally know that my affectivity and my sexual instincts are just those, but I want Andrew, if I had the impression that he was annoyed or maybe didn’t want to get too involved I would not insist but I don’t have this impression, in some of his hesitations I see that he also is interested and is interested a lot, I don’t know how, whether as a friend or because maybe he fell in love with me too, but I think if he had other people on his mind he would not lose his evenings talking with me. Our (also his) in a sense is the way of making of lovers. What am I doing, Project? I would be led to bypass the deadlock and tell him exactly how things are, but I have a damn fear of losing him permanently, that is, I wouldn’t want to lose him for any reason but I would also like him to be mine in every sense! I feel that there is something important between us!
If you want to publish this mail, the names have been changed, and then I think that things like those that happened to me may have happened to other guys.
Joseph
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FEAR OF BEING GAY

I saw on the forum the section “understand to be gay” and I would like to ask Project to put this story in that section. I don’t think my story is very common, now I know in person some gay guys but they have very different experiences from mine, in the sense that they have always felt gay. For me it was not like that. I grew up in full conviction of being straight and I brought this idea with me in practice without any failure until the age of 21 and beyond. 
I had my first sexual contact with a girl around the age of 16, at 18 I had my first full intercourse with a girl and I liked it as do all the straight guys. I loved sex with girls, and I also loved them on an emotional level. In short, they were the only real object of my sexual fantasies. At 19 I got engaged with Martina (the name is invented) the same girl with whom I had my first intercourse. Together we were very well, even on a sexual level. I felt really satisfied. I don’t say it just to say, it was exactly like that. I was born in September and then I was already 21 years old. Martina gave me the best gift I could wish for. We went out together three days and they were dream days! This is the premise.
I come back from the three days with Martina on Sunday evening, the next day I go to university and I come to know that the professor of genetics with whom I had to do the thesis would no longer have been our teacher. It bothered me. I tried to understand what an end I would have done. All the students in my group would have been assigned to the genetics professor of the other channel who was not specifically a molecular geneticist. However there was not much to do.
The first lesson would have been the next day at 9.00 in the morning. The next day at 8.30 I was in front of the classroom and, according to my old habit, I looked around searching for the most beautiful colleague. I see a pretty good girl, I follow her, I sit next to her and I try to have a chat until the professor arrives, then, turning around casually backwards, I cross the gaze of a guy I had never seen, probably one of the other channel. I don’t pay any attention to him at the moment, then the thing is repeated and I notice that the guy watching me, as soon as I turn away immediately looks away. He is farther behind me so he can watch me carefully while I cannot turn around … but I know he is there and he is watching me. But what does he have to watch? 
Then the lesson ends, I turn around but he is gone, I feel almost upset for this, then I turn to my pretty colleague, but I’m distracted, significantly distracted. I’m not thinking of the guy … but not even of the girl. I didn’t know why, but the thought of that guy comes back to me from time to time, I wondered if I had already seen him elsewhere but I didn’t think so, I tried to find a reason why he was watching but I could not find any but I kept thinking about the situation. Then I forget these things, in the afternoon I go back to my usual things and don’t think about that guy for a while … then in the evening all the tory comes back to my mind, I say to myself: “But what is he looking for?” 
The next day I see him again, he is much more cautious, obviously he doesn’t want me to catch him while he observes me. The game of looks distracts me even during the lesson. I don’t know what to do, it bothers me that you look at me like that … I promise to make him understand … I turn a bit while the professor is turned to the blackboard and I catch him looking at me, with my hand I wave him, as if to say. “What do you want?”, He makes me understand that he will tell me at the interval … and I wait for the interval to understand what it is … the bell sounds the end of the lesson. 
I go out, he approaches me, I ask him: “But we know each other?” And he answers me “Unfortunately no …”. I don’t even understand the meaning of that “unfortunately” and ask him: “But why do you observe me?” He replies: “Because you are a beautiful guy …” and in saying so he becomes red and turns his eyes to the other side. I didn’t expect at all an answer like that … I just told him: “What are you talking about?!” and I left but all the situation disturbed me deeply. I felt a bit like a whore to have been approached in such a direct way and then, with my parameters of that time, that a guy could tell another guy something like the one that he had said to me, it seemed to me completely absurd … I had never hated gays, for me they simply didn’t exist, he was the first gay guy I met … and he made me a half declaration … I was upset, agitated, almost offended, I felt dirty because I had been desired by another guy, it seemed a strange thing, unnatural … 
In short, I thought about it all afternoon … then in the evening I saw Martina, I have said “I saw” her just to say that we have withdrawn to save our privacy as we always used to do. Between us the confidence was total, I told her the story and she replied: “Well … He’s just a pansy!” And she said it in a tone that I didn’t absolutely like. For a moment I hated her, but, afterwards, the anger has passed and we made love … but while we were making it, occasionally I remembered that guy and this thought bothered me. I didn’t say anything to Martina because I didn’t like her previous reaction. How strange are things! … With a girl you go to bed and then you don’t tell her what you think! But it was exactly what was happening to me. 
I came home angry with myself … it was the first time I didn’t tell Martina all the truth and why? For an idiot who told me something in a gay language … I didn’t understand why such a thing could happen, I couldn’t be influenced by stupid things like that … but in fact he had said only a few words, stupid as you want but just a few words … it was me who was going into crisis because of those stupid words. The next morning I saw him at the university, he didn’t approach me and pretended nothing and I was sorry … I said to myself: “No problem! This guy tells everyone what he told me!” But I was angry that he pretended not to see me and then I took the initiative, I approached him and greeted him with a hello, he replied with a smile, as if to say: “I’m here … don’t worry”. 
There was a kind of challenge between me and him. Martina is not in my faculty, but in my faculty there was a girl I liked very much, Anna, when I saw that guy approaching me I almost instinctively hugged her and she said to me: “What are you doing?” After a couple of weeks like this and after some discomfort with Martina for stupid reasons, I decided to talk with that guy and tell him to leave me alone. One day at the end of classes I stop him because I wanted to get to some sort of settlement, I ask him to talk, we go to public gardens, given the time there were few people. 
I tell him he must leave me alone and he looks at me and tells me: “What have I done to you?” I don’t know what to say … I tell him: “You don’t have to tease me! Do you understand?” He says to me: “I would never do it” … I tell him: “And do you remember what you said to me that day?” He replies: “Ah, ok, that you’re a nice guy … “. I ask him: “Are you gay?” He replies: “Yes”. I reply in turn with a lot of determination: “Not me! And I don’t care about you! I’ve got a girlfriend and I’m fine with her!” He says, “So where’s the problem?” As I spoke I watched him. 
He was not a flashy guy but he was sweet … I wanted to touch him, he had very nice hands … and an incredible smile. I smile at him in turn and say to him: “Do you think a gay and a straight can be friends?” He replies yes with his head and smiles. We talked a bit, then we exchanged cell phone numbers and we said goodbye. I was happy with how things had gone. I liked that guy. I said to myself: “But it’s really a nice guy …” and immediately afterwards I thought: “What the hell I’m going to think …”. 
In the evening I thought to tell everything to Martina because otherwise I seemed to betray her trust. I did it and she replied: “What have you done!?” I told her: “But look, I didn’t go to bed with him …”, she looked at me with a sense of repulsion and said: “My God! Are you gay too? … no! it’s impossible!” I then felt 100% straight, I hugged her, etc. etc. but I did it only to show that I was not gay, in the end she melted and I was happy: for me that was the first time I made love because I had to make it … but she didn’t notice it. 
The next day I see Mark at the university, he accompanies me with the car, I tell him that the night before I made love with my girlfriend and that it was beautiful, he looks at me and says: “I envy you … to me nothing like this has ever happened … “. I asked him and he told me about himself. No sexual experiences! He says that he really tried with me because I inspired him a lot, he says that I have not disappointed him and that having a real friend is beautiful, even if he is straight because maybe some straight guys understand you more than gays. The speech strikes me a lot and I decide to tell him the truth. I tell him: “What I told you is not true … yesterday I made love with my girlfriend but I did it by force, to show her that I’m not gay, because I told her about you and she reproached me and told me that if I want to be your friend I’m gay too …”. 
Talking with Mark was reassuring because he tended to say that I could only be straight, but I had several doubts on my mind and then I liked Mark physically, so, only on an aesthetic level. We say goodbye. In the evening I had to see Martina, I call her and tell her I’m not fine, she’s perplexed and tells me: “But is it perhaps for the story of that guy?” I say “No!”. Inside of me I knew it was not true. The next day I see Mark who takes me back home in the car. 
When we are near my home he stops and we start talking. I get excited, it was the first time I had an erection just by being in the car near Mark. I was very embarrassed, I made a shield with the raincoat and I went down the car … He didn’t notice anything. I said to myself: “Damn! So that’s true! … But I don’t love him, I know almost nothing about him, this is just gay attraction without love and then I don’t want to be gay, it makes no sense that I can be gay, I cannot psychologically depend on Mark … “. 
But while I was doing all this reasoning, I had him always before my eyes and not only, the erection didn’t  show signs of decline … in short, I masturbate thinking of him, then I think I should be worried, anguished … but no! No way! In my mind there was only the idea that it was beautiful and that he would like being with me and that he had never said nonsense about my previous hetero life. 
The next day I see him and I tell him how things went, I expect his enthusiastic response and instead he is very cautious, he is happy but tells me something that I never would have expected: “Luke, I love you, but it’s not a game, you don’t have to prove anything to me, I love you even if you’re straight, I love you as a person because you treated me with respect and because gay or straight I fell in love with you, but you don’t have to go wrong you have to do always and only what you spontaneously feel you have to do … “. The only gesture he did was of tenderness he took my hand and hold it very tightly between his. Everything started like this.
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HOW TO UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ARE NOT GAY

Hello project,
I am a 23 year old guy who doesn’t know what to think about himself. For some time now the idea of being homosexual is wandering in my mind. I’m a bit effeminate and I must say that I cannot deny that I have some homosexual drive (and perhaps also a gay love) but the problem is that I’m not sure, if I have to mentally define the person that suits to me defining also his/her sex, I have many difficulties, I had a guy with whom there was an intense “friendship” (also resulted in sex) ended because he didn’t accept what he felt for me (while I would have done everything to be with him in an official way), I was there ready to do my coming out when, however, reasoning on (although at the moment I had no obstacle in front of me) I decided that it was not the time and that I had to keep living in uncertainty. 
But a year and a half ago, through a friend of mine of the university, I met a girl and more and more started to feel for her a new affection, an affection that grew to become love, a beautiful love, complete, sexually satisfying. But in me I felt that even though I was very well with her my past (the phantom of the story lived with the guy) could ruin everything, and furthermore I must add that when I felt anguish for that event I also experienced strong homosexual drives (I masturbated thinking alternately of my girlfriend and of that guy) I alternated moments of serenity with myself at times when I was (and am even now) restless. The restlessness became stronger and stronger when it was becoming increasingly possible that my girlfriend and I (she is still my girlfriend) went to live together in a new city, just she and I, and I had not revealed my ghost to her. 
So I started to think that it was time for me to tell her the truth and so it was also because the guilt was now wearing me down, I tell her everything in tears with the fear of losing her (even now the only idea of losing her makes me feel bad). Yet it is time for me to put a point to my life and finish my limbo, but understanding is difficult, you tell me that masturbation is the strongest element to understand my tendency, well now I cannot have sexual fantasies and, believe me, the most frustrating thing is that even if I have an erection while I masturbate I have no erotic thoughts while I do it, I also try to focus on one or the other sex but if I come it’s practically by inertia. On the contrary I must say that I still make love with my girlfriend, it is one of the things that manage to calm my anxiety and not only because I feel less gay but because I am with her, her hug, and kisses, her caresses calm me down and make me feel loved and happy. With her I have reached for a year the ataraxia of the senses, I felt complete, satisfied, happy. 
Now her presence makes me serene, quiet, I speak with her, I laugh with her, I exchange cuddles with her and make love (nice, tender) with her, and nevertheless the fact of not being able to give me a “label”, to put a point to my sexual orientation makes me restless, on the one hand I would strongly like to be gay, selfishly and paradoxically I find it easier than being in my limbo. I would also like to be heterosexual, but also here for a mental process of acceptance of my homosexual part I try to leave out the hetero side focusing on the homo one, then there is the problem of the bond with my girlfriend, I really think I love her, I miss her when she’s not there and when I’m sick she’s the person I want most next to me. 
The idea of being able to leave her hurts me and the idea of being able to share her with others hurts me even more, I love her viscerally, possessively (even if I have to say not morbidly), she knows that there is a part of me that would strongly be gay and yet at the very idea of having to lose her I could paradoxically feel more discomfort than if I discovered to be homosexual in itself, it is such a strong love for a woman, so visceral and sexual at the same time that, if I have to think about love with someone, she is certainly at the center of everything. 
Apart from the emotional component (quite confused since always) because I have always been surrounded by so many girls and a few male figures of reference (I lost my father at age 8) and because I have few male friends (not for fear of being able to fall in love but because I can’t stand the machismo of many guys), I feel my few male friends as really friends because they have a strong sensibility like me. Things are even stranger on a physical level. 
Female breasts turn me on, touching them, licking them, griping them, etc. and I like to explore with my fingers the female genitals, I really like anal and oral sex, while I practice less the vaginal one for practical reasons (and here you will blame me for sure, I don’t use condoms and I prefer to “come” inside) and also for reasons of sexual desire (I have the penis a bit small and not very big in diameter, and therefore I feel more excitement in the anal canal because it is smaller). As for the guys, instead, 
I have to say I tried to have passive anal sex (I tried only but I didn’t really) and I have to say I didn’t feel pleasure, I don’t enjoy anal self-stimulation (the feeling of pleasure is very minimal indeed is definitely less strong than the “normal” feeling), the only pleasure I felt (and that comes close to the feelings I feel when I’m with my girlfriend) is to suffer fellatio, I practiced fellatio but it didn’t excite me much, the naked body of a man doesn’t really excite me but the sex between two men excites me. In all this there is my difficulty in physically falling in love with a person or rather I am struck not by the beauty but by the sensitivity of people. 
The sexual fantasies too, let’s say that it is very conditioned not so much by morality but by the fact that I don’t have real erotic fantasies (it must be said that I generally have difficulty imagining anything), I practice sex frequently, but after I have been cuddled for a while (at least when I’m with my girlfriend), with that guy I have to say it was more an outburst in response to the frustrations of the situation (all obviously hidden) and sometimes the excitement of the forbidden. The partial (because at the time I had no qualms) repulsion, and the love I felt for that guy, led me to live the thing with increased feelings. 
I had the same sensations magnified at the same time with a girl, now with my current girlfriend, but what I miss is the sense of complicity that you have between guys and male hugs (but here I must say that I didn’t have the paternal figure for all the years of adolescence and puberty and this increases the decompensation and the lack). Sorry if I was very long and very paranoiac, I’m one of those who think a lot even when not needed but who have the habit (unfortunately) of getting tired at some point of doing things rashly (and here I’m afraid to declare myself homosexual, simply because I got tired of feeling bad).
p. s. Another important thing: my family and some friends of mine know my doubts and I had the impression that none of them accepted me, but they often tell me “I don’t care what you are, but your being well”. I conclude by thanking you.
p.s. the mail is also my msn contact in case you want to talk to me live (and I would) add me. Thanks again.
 
The following is my answer.
 
Hello, I read your email twice, but frankly I too would have doubts in considering you gay. You have built an affective relationship with your girlfriend that seems really deep and you live with her a satisfying sexuality, which would be almost impossible for a gay. You may have had gay instincts in the past, you can have them even now and you may have them in the future, but frankly assuming you are really bisexual, possible but not too likely hypothesis, the impression is that heterosexuality is still clearly prevalent. 
You say you fell in love with a guy once and you would have done everything for him but when the thing was over, you didn’t find another guy but a girl and with that girl you lived and live now a relationship of sexual tenderness, but as you describe it, it looks like a relationship that has a remarkable affective depth. I wouldn’t even worry so much about the fact that masturbation sometimes has gay orientation because it doesn’t seem related to a true emotional dimension but to other motivations. 
I have some doubts because you say that you miss male hugs, which makes me think that you are not wholly heterosexual. But, let’s be clear, a guy’s sexuality cannot be pigeonholed but it’s what it is. It is all about not considering it anxiously, living it in a true emotional dimension and, from what I read, your true emotional dimension is clearly hetero. Never create too many problems in terms of sexual practices, when you are two and you get along there are never problems. 
On one point, however, you absolutely must be careful, especially for the type of sexuality that you practice, I talk about prevention! I tell you for you and your girlfriend, doing the test is easy and then if it’s negative and if you have not had intercourses with other people in the last six months you can be 100% free and serene. If you like, we can deepen the speech on msn, I added you on msn, however this is my contact [omissis] You can call me when you like “even if you don’t see me online” because on msn, to be able to devote myself to chats with guys without receiving too many calls, I must set to “invisible” i.e. I never appear as online even if I’m online almost from three in the afternoon to two in the night and often beyond. If by any chance you don’t find me, because maybe I had to go out, don’t worry, the opportunity to meet in chat will not fail anyway. 
A hug. 
Project
 
CHAT WITH MARK
Mark writes: hello Project are you there?
Project writes: Hello! Nice to meet you! I read your mail
Mark writes: my pleasure, first of all thank you for answering me so quickly
Project writes: Don’t mention it! In fact I was late because today there was a chat storm
Mark writes: I guess, there are many people who have problems of this kind, sentimental I mean 
Project writes: yes, look, even working 10 hours a day I can barely keep up with everything
Mark writes: anyway your email has been very important. It made me understand things that I wouldn’t have understood by myself
Project writes: Look, in the matter concerning sexuality the fundamental thing is to never be taken by anxiety, not to test yourself just to test your own reactions, don’t think that there are a priori definitions to which we must correspond, the fundamental thing is serenity, true sexuality has only one enemy and it is anxiety
Mark writes: well then I must struggle hard because I have always been anxious especially in emotional ties, I tie myself with very few people because the biggest fear for me is that of abandonment
Project writes: not only for you, I would say that for all serious guys it is so. Mark, as I told you in the mail, what you write doesn’t have much of gay 
Mark writes: many people tell me so, in fact they say that during this period I have accentuated the gay component of my being, leaving the straight one and I admit that I did it and in my mail I concentrated all my doubts, while I didn’t talk about the certainties for example that while I was with that guy I felt the need for physical sex with a women and even when I masturbated.
Project writes: this fact only confirms that, if you are not 100% straight, the gay part is however clearly the minority share. But which gay guy who has a boyfriend would masturbate thinking of a girl?
Mark writes: or things such as the fact that I don’t live anxiously the friendship with a gay indeed I have to say that I don’t feel anxiety at all because many of the gays whom I know are serious, I really like talking to them but I don’t feel any sexual drive towards them.
Project writes: this is a further confirmation that there is very little gay
Mark writes: then add, in the relationship I had with the guy, the component of the lack of the male reference figure, at that time I had replaced it with him
Project writes: how old was the guy?
Mark writes: he was my age but was much more mature than me
Project writes: I don’t see him very much as a substitute figure anyway if he had had  10/15 years more than you, perhaps it could have been still possible.
Mark writes: the problem is that in him I saw first and foremost and strongly tried to save the friendship that bound us because we began to talk and to get closer precisely because after a friend of mine had lost his father I relived what I had passed, the trauma of abandonment for death and I looked for a masculine figure that could somehow act also as a brother (I don’t even have older brothers) 
Project writes: if this guy, being a coetaneous, had a reassuring value for you, at the limit. . . as a brother ok it’s possible.
Mark writes: I then add that I came from a period when I was feeling emotionally quite alone and that the more I talked to him the more the desire to end up together came out, while interest in him was growing up at the beginning only at emotional level and then also at sexual one, I realized that he was becoming a reference model almost absolute for me in the sense that I wanted to be like him, I almost venerated him
Project writes: but you say that for this guy you have felt the emotional and even sexual interest growing up, but how did you realize that for you he was not just a friend? Did it all come spontaneous or did you feel it strange and maybe you tried to reject it?
Mark writes: reject it no, I would say that I followed the evolution of my emotions, the desire to hug him or rather to make him embrace me, to be pampered at first a bit like a loving father do with his child, only after I unconsciously started to feel it as something sexual, when I realized that nobody mentally managed to get close to me as he did, I thought he really understood me, then even if I had strong male friendships, his friendship was linked to the fact that he accepted me as I was (only later he tried to change me)
Project writes: in what sense?
Mark writes: in the sense that I have some skeletons in the closet, one of these is that I come from a family of those that are object of suspect and this for me was always a very big shame, when I told him this thing, he accepted me, he also accepted what I called diversity, a point of distance from the affection of the other people (because since always even if my family is questionable, or rather doesn’t have a good reputation, I have always been a type who saw in the degree and in education the goal to be reached in order to wash myself the shame of being the son of questionable people. He accepted me, in fact he found me nice, interesting, sensitive and at the same time free from mental schemes, almost a progressive. I felt accepted and somehow linked to this person who had managed to go beyond what many people unfortunately couldn’t overcome. You can understand that having a person who finally made me feel good and with whom I felt myself could only please me. For a guy who has always lived his sexuality related to affectivity, it was natural that the sincere affection I felt for him could turn into love
Project writes: The thing was born in a true emotional climate
Mark writes: yes
Project writes : a question, but before this guy how did you perceive your sexuality? That is, has the gay attraction begun with him or there have been previous episodes with other guys?
Mark writes: please, define attraction for me
Project writes: did you try, before him, sexual urges and strong affective interest for other guys?
Mark writes: mmm. . . no affective interest, sexual impulses like the desire to kiss or embrace or make love with a man… yes … or better no
Project writes: I didn’t understand
Mark writes: affectively I have never felt bonded to other guys if not for normal friendship, and I not even felt sexual impulses such as wanting to hug, kiss, shake hands and so on for a guy, no… never 
Project writes: when you met that guy how old were you?
Mark writes: 22 or rather 21
Project writes: and up to 21/22 years your masturbation ad been exclusively in hetero key?
Mark writes: yes
Project writes: this is a very important thing that still confirms the idea that there is very little gay 
Mark writes: I must say I also tried to masturbate thinking of a guy then, but I didn’t get excited
Project writes: these are all elements that go in the same direction and at 22 sexuality is already well defined and was totally straight
Mark writes: but I must say that some think that I was a bit effeminate from the beginning and that’s why I felt the anxiety of being gay, anyway never repressed, sometimes I tried to force myself concentrating on guys and trying to enjoy such fantasies but the only thing that I achieved at most was that objectively the guy seemed nice to me, but as for sensations nothing at all
Project writes: very clear
Mark writes: that is, I made myself doubt because in my kind ways and in my privacy some saw the characteristics of the gays
Project writes: yes, okay but the speech doesn’t make sense
Mark writes: I know. But you know how it is, tell it today and tell it tomorrow…
Project writes: a gay is a guy who feels emotional and sexual attraction to guys and being gay has nothing to do with the fact that people expect you to be so
Mark writes: I know
Project writes: it is something that strictly affects the emotional and sexual sphere and not the social one
Mark writes: then there is the fact that if they asked me if I was gay, a bit for challenge and a little because I didn’t like to answer questions that I felt intimate, I answered “for the moment no, maybe then who knows”, but this is not the important thing, anyway I have always experienced homosexuality as something that doesn’t frighten me and prejudices frighten me even less.
Project writes: yes ok, but don’t be afraid of homosexuality, having gay friends and so on doesn’t mean to be gay
Mark writes: among other things to defuse the homosexuality I have to say that I often find a serious gay guy much more like me than a macho but I don’t want to fall into the gay-artist paradigm
Project writes: just like many gay guys get along well with their straight friends but not with some gay friends
Mark writes: there are gay guys with whom I can talk freely about my true political interests, art and history
Project writes: ok, let’s go back to the guy, so in such a serious emotional climate, you who were not afraid of homosexuality have come to a sexual contact with him, ok, and did such a contact create problems, feelings of guilt or things like that?
Mark writes: the feelings of guilt were born only because then I put myself with a girl and for more than a year I kept the thing hidden.
Project writes: feelings of guilt towards the guy or the girl?
Mark writes: towards her, the girl, the guy is a nasty born, damn him, excuse the outburst
Project writes: why did the relationship with that guy change?
Mark writes: but I gave him so much, he didn’t accept what he felt for me, but I was willing
Project writes: Do you mean he felt hetero?
Mark writes: yes and no
Project writes: I didn’t understand
Mark writes: he said he was straight, I don’t have the gayradar so I cannot tell if he was really gay I just know that he felt much more revulsion than me, rather I have to say the truth, perhaps he instilled in me the feeling of disgust at the time for what was or seemed to be really inside me, because to self-convince that he was not gay he wanted me to not to be either  
Project Writes: who of the two led the other slowly towards gay sexuality?
Mark writes: we got there together, I was the most uninhibited in the sense that I was not interested in the judgment of others nor if I could do something that I would have been blamed for, I wanted to live in serenity the affection I felt for him and that’s why I had no longer moral problems
Project writes: in essence it was a sexual drift not foreseen but accepted, at least by you and less than him, more than a real sexual interest
Mark writes: then as his frustration with what was happening had bothered me a bit and anyway I felt that in our relationship I lacked the female physicality (I told you that even if I don’t consider sex too much important, I’m not asexual and I live platonic love up to a certain point) I started to have real relationships with girls, in particular with one with whom, in addition to feeling physically attracted, I noticed a certain mental understanding, but always thinking that if he had wanted to take the big step with me I would have followed him, then it must be said that a bond as strong as that I had with him I didn’t want it to end, so, after a soft aut aut (like “if you go with that girl our relationship will inevitably change, you will neglect me and I will have to turn away from you”) I could not think of a life without his presence, I interrupted my search for “sexual” and “affective” pleasure with the girls, dedicating myself to him, accepting toads like: “Wait for me I must first try with girls” or “We must stay only friends” and then in October he started to break away from me, he said I was sticky and stressed, so we decided only to stay friends, but in December, after he deceived me (in the sense that I wanted him to be present at my confirmation, he promised it but didn’t do it), I asked him for explanations and he told me that he didn’t want to be my best friend anymore, but that if I wanted we could be just friends of a group. I had sacrificed so much for him and also inhibited my hetero drives because of him and started a psychological therapy of self-acceptance of being homosexual, nevertheless I decided to permanently break the relationship with him and now we still barely say goodbye to each other
Project writes: but also all this story seems rather an experience “to try” in a pleasant affectionate climate, at least at the beginning, of course, that then took a “very relatively” sexual meaning
Mark writes: later I started to deepen the friendship with the girl, until  this afternoon when I told her that, even in my identity crises, even as a gay, I could never live without having her close to me as my girlfriend and that to her (always in the grip of my crisis) I was giving myself completely and she had the power to determine my life. I know I have exaggerated, life is mine and I have to hold on to it, but the only idea that I can lose such a rare good (as she is) makes me live the tension of not having a future. Today I also said to myself out loud “I’m gay” just because she told me that in order to start our relationship again she wanted me to clarify what I was and because I’m too honest with her I said I was gay because I don’t want self-deceive in the sense that I don’t want to be heterosexual if I’m not but at the same time I could not tell you that I could be “gay convinced”
Project writes: I would say certainly you are not
Mark writes: believe me, sometimes these days, I wanted to be gay because, excuse frankness, but I find being gay easier than being bisexual, and it’s paradoxical, certainly this is because usually one tries to take refuge in bisexuality to hide his homosexuality, but I wanted to shelter my sexuality in homosexuality
Project writes: direct question: but now is your masturbation totally dedicated to your girlfriend?
Mark writes: mmm. . . yes I would say yes, when I masturbated thinking of him it was only because I wanted to recover the feelings I felt for him and if lately I tried to excite myself thinking of guys I did it only to understand what I was, but I have to say something, 70% of my masturbation I do it to download the anxiety, I find it a good anti-stress
Project writes: you said it in the mail
Mark writes: what? Ah yes I remember, yes yes, not because I don’t have a sexual desire, is that masturbation is relaxing and often has no subject, it’s just a mechanical act (degrading I know)
Project writes: can you find a motivation for your masturbation only physical and without fantasies?
Mark writes: it relaxes me, I’ve always lived it like that, you know some say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, for me masturbating every now and then is a release from stress that can be university, problems with the girl, with the family, and I come to the absurd that I can even masturbate while I study for an exam, it’s strange, I know
Project writes: well in a similar situation there are few sexual fantasies
Mark writes: in fact, 70% of my masturbation is linked to the simple opportunity to do it without even a sexual desire, simply because handling my dick makes me feel more cheerful after and relaxed. 30% is instead related to what I do with my girlfriend and if you don’t mind listening to descriptions I tell you that often when I do it thinking of her in the end the prevailing idea is that it would have been more satisfying if she had been there. That’s all. Anxiety is perhaps the element that pushes me more to think of labeling me and doesn’t allow me to live my relationship serenely. 
Project writes: I can tell you something
Mark writes: tell me
Project writes: namely that if before, only from the email, I had thought that you could be bisex with strong hetero propensity, after talking with you in chat I’m going to convince that you have nothing gay, that is to date you have a 70% neutral masturbation and totally straight for the rest, so no trace of gay fantasies, before the story with the guy you were 100% hetero and history with the guy doesn’t even seem a sexual story but only a friendly relationship, and maybe a need of affection that has sexualized, but I don’t find the typical way of reacting the gay guys, your affectivity is now totally polarized on your girl and from what you say it seems just (and I see no reason to question it) that you are satisfied even on the sexual level of the relationship, drawing conclusions, apart from the anxiety, I see nothing real that leads me to think that you are homosexual even at the minimum level
Mark writes: well, yes
Project writes: you have just the way of behaving of a typical straight guy and a straight guy not frustrated. I don’t see doubts of sexual orientation in objective terms, I don’t want to diminish things that may seem to you to be problematic but being gay with the things you live now but also with the story of the guy as you lived it, has very little to do
Mark writes: however there is another thing that I have always in mind about my sexuality since I lived the story with the guy and it is that I have gay friends, ok, but if I had to see something sexual between two guys, the memory would bring me to what I’ve done and I’d feel (now, after I engaged with my girlfriend) a bit strange, sometimes, rarely, and it depends not so much on the gesture but on the sexual tension that is felt between the two people, I can also get hard, but it also happens if I see something sexual between two normal hetero partners or two lesbians, what excites me is not what I’m seeing but the feeling of sexual tension that I perceive between the two protagonists
Project writes: did you ever use pornography to masturbate?
Mark writes: yes, but it’s not a very developed side.
Project writes: only straight porn?
Mark writes: to test what I felt with that guy I also saw some sequences of gay porn but for example the naked body of the man or the man who masturbates had no effect on me, I saw them at most (because anyway a side that distinguishes me is curiosity) because I found the whole very strange. I also saw orgies and there I sincerely closed the porn felling badly disgusted, not so much for the protagonists but because I don’t think I’m the guy for the ménage a trois or even more  
Project writes: but you know pornography with real sexuality has very little to do, anyway I’m more and more convinced that you have nothing to do with gays, in the things you say there is nothing that makes me ring the bell
Mark writes: yes, in fact, I am enough anti-pornography because the porn gives an image of sex and love pretty bad, I’m not a puritan and I think you’ve got it but I’m a bit romantic
Project writes: those gays who in practice don’t have the opportunity to find a guy use a lot of pornography, it is a heavy conditioning and not perceived as such and leads them, especially the younger guys, to an imitative sexuality and not at all emotional. There is one thing of what you say that strikes me a lot and I really appreciate it and it is the fact that in all cases for you sexuality and affection have come together, there was never dissociation, which is instead a very common feature, that is, in what you say there is a serious way of conceiving sexuality, which is the right one, that is the affective one
Mark writes: I am not puritan, I have had sex without love, but now, after my first sexual experience made without love, I link indissolubly the emotional sphere to the sexual one
Project writes: Mark, I think that you can really live your heterosexuality without any problem
Mark writes: thank you very much
Project writes: I tell you and I am convinced of it Mark writes: and thanks again for the chat
Project writes: sometimes I talk with guys who want to be told that they are straight, but in fact they are not, for you is precisely the objectivity that sets for a clear hetero orientation.
Mark writes: I needed this conversation
Project writes: so be quiet!
Mark writes: ok, I will be one of the few cases of people who want to be told that they are gay
Project writes: don’t see ghosts that are not there! . . . but you didn’t even want to hear that, if you allow me, this discourse didn’t help clarify things about sexual orientation that were already clear but to put aside anxiety and hear a voice different from yours, basically a confirmation
Mark writes: well yes, I must admit, I wanted to hear from a gay (who better than him!) what I could be and in the choice I chose one of those who seemed to say things very directly
Project writes: I thank you, I’m glad you think so! 
Mark writes: well, I must say that before I contacted you I read many of your posts and in many of them I saw that you used to speak strongly and I’ll tell you that the fact that you don’t use too much the category of bisexuality made me lean for you, just because I knew that you would have been very direct and hard if necessary, or better rather objective than hard, not politically correct.
Project writes: I tell you, the real bisexuals are not many, they are not as numerous as gays, there are bisexuals with periodic trend, i.e. people who for years have been perfect heterosexuals and who become perfect gays for years and then change again. Contemporary or intermediate bisexuality often exists at transitory level in the sense that you see it in the phases of increasing awareness of being gay, we can say even in full adult age if a guy recognizes that he is gay late, but lasts 6 months, a year at most and then sexuality polarizes. Except for very particular situations, at your age, sexuality is already polarized for a while. Of course, being bisexual is much more complicated than being gay. I have seen bisexuals with periodic trend that in hetero phase got married and had children, then passed in the gay phase, they left the family and went with a man who then they left, years later, to go with another girl, these things are really destructive, but they are quite rare and you have nothing to do with bisexuals.
Mark writes: yes, in fact, my fear was just that in being in the middle I would not have created a stability for me but above all I feared to hurt other people
Project writes: an intermediate bisexual is a perpetual dissatisfied and he would never say what you say about your girlfriend, at least not so convincingly. A bisexual with periodic trend lives very bad periods of transition and has long periods of stability lasting for years and in those periods he is or clearly straight or clearly gay. Frankly everything you say is typically hetero both at affective and sexual level, so, putting anxiety apart (anxiety leads to fear of ghosts that don’t exist), you have absolutely no reason for uncertainty
Mark writes: thank you very much, you have been very helpful and if my experience can help someone else you can post it in the forum
Project writes: tell me what I can publish and I will gladly do it
Mark writes: there are no names or places, neither in the email nor in the conversation, if you want to publish this part too, the important thing is that you change the name.
Project writes: of course!
Mark writes: after all, it is a beautiful love story with my girlfriend, and also about a betrayed friendship.
Project writes: yes and I think it can have a value for several people.
Mark writes: in the end helping someone is always a good thing
Project writes: thanks for the permission, it will take a little time to rearrange everything but I will certainly do it shortly
Mark writes: and I especially appreciate you, you’re really a great person
Project writes: this flatters me!
Mark writes: and if I knew you in person almost I would kneel in a sign of reverence
Project writes: but come on! Don’t tease me!
Mark writes: believe me I know how difficult it is for gay people to understand and accept their homosexuality I told you I have gay friends and I see them, and a person who can help to facilitate everything can only do well because the family can fail understanding, and it is quite common, I thank my family, perhaps my parents have many faults but as soon as I have confessed my doubts they have only ascertained that I was doing good for myself without mental conditionings, the only thing I heard was not to feel ashamed for what I was and for whatever I had done and I must also thank my girlfriend, she with her love waits patiently for me to escape from this impasse
Project writes: a sign that really she loves you! Mark writes: I found a jewel of rare beauty and the thing is reciprocated she is a great person that must take on these thoughts. Project, I know you have other people to help, so now I leave you Project writes: then good luck and above all I wish you to be able to live your heterosexuality with your girlfriend in the most beautiful way possible! A hug Mark, happy to meet you !!
Mark writes: thank you very much, happy to meet you !
Project writes: Thanks to you!
Mark writes: I will come every now and then to visit you on the forum
Project writes: it would be a very welcome thing! You’re always very welcome!
Mark writes: yes also because I have to see if my story will be useful to someone
Project writes: I really think so!
Mark writes: Good night Project!
Project writes: Good night Mark!
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AFFECION FOR A GIRL AND LOVE FOR A GAY GUY

Hello everybody. 
If I can, I will insert myself in this discussion to contribute, even if in a very small part, to this topic. An experience of mine, more recent and personal, concerns the “risk” that I took in trying to attend a girl, a schoolmate of mine and now university mate. At that time I knew I was gay, I was aware of the attraction I felt towards guys. Although I’ve never had experiences in sexual chats, dating sites or anything like that, however, the temptation was always there, I cannot deny it. In short, the force of sexuality cannot be erased, I believe especially at my age. 
So, reflecting better, why did I try to start a story with a girl? Surely it happened because of an acceptance of my homosexuality not yet full and mature, (acceptance which perhaps is not yet perfect, but which I also believe does never materialize in a final point and rather consists of continuous changes, experiences and so on…) where being gay is not experienced as a natural condition, but as a burden or problem to be carried out, or worse to be solved. And an engagement, in such a condition, easily seems to solve all the problems; finally you can show others that you are straight, that you have no difficulty, no frailty. Suddenly the world seems to be easier and safer to live: you get engaged, then once you finish your studies you get married, somehow you go to live under a new roof, and you become a father. Oh yes, this is the central point: the desire for paternity. 
How much it weighs for a gay to know that you cannot become a father, not to be able to raise a child. Especially for those who dream of it since they were kids (I laugh at the thought, but for me it was so!) And then if you find a girlfriend you solve all the problems with your family. What I imagined in those moments was a less unequal relationship with my father (that unfortunately is very conflictual). A girl makes a man look stronger. I know it’s cynical and petty, but thinking about, I implicitly thought so. 
I liked this girl as a person, even if from a sexual point of view I didn’t feel attracted at all. Nevertheless I “declared” to her all my “love”, confessing to her that there was something on my side; in a sense it was true, but I didn’t consider sexuality in the slightest. I was denying myself pretending to be bisexual, therefore retaining the desire to be “a little” gay anyway. We went out twice together, two half days, I would say two beautiful days. A few handshakes, some hugs. I must be sincere? I have a happy memory of those moments. But false. False because it started from wrong, dishonest assumptions. I was constantly wondering how I could betray that girl from the beginning, founding a possible relationship on lies. I couldn’t tell her I was bisexual, because I had already understood that she wouldn’t accept it. I was about to imprison myself in a tunnel with no exit.
Looking back on it better, what attracted me most to her was her family. Yes, I’m not joking: two fantastic parents, fantastic from my point of view and also two older brothers who were really good people. I confess that I liked one of the two brothers. Here you can understand, what an idiot I was. … After two or three weeks, in which she went through a stormy period with the guy she had been with before we first met, she sent me an SMS where she basically downloaded me. I didn’t take it very badly, it was perhaps mostly my wounded pride to hurt me. Now I can understand how lucky I was, after all. I have not continued in the lie, I have not chained myself to a life that was not mine where I would have felt only trapped. I liked and still like this girl. But love is another thing; I didn’t feel “butterflies in my stomach” with her; a desire so deep to caress her body, to “taste” every inch of her skin, to live completely, soul and body, together, in a friendship such things there are not. 
Love is just another thing … I realize now that I have a life to build before me, neither society nor my family can or must do it in my place. I hope I have not said nonsense, and I also hope that my considerations are in no way offensive towards the married gays who wrote here before me. I am aware of what it means to be gay practically thanks to Gay Project forum, so … I don’t have much left to add, except that I would, of course, read some of your considerations! 
Thanks, see you soon. 
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A DIFFICULT PATH TO ACCEPTANCE OF MY BEING GAY

Hello everyone, 
I am a 20 year old guy from Campania (a Region of southern Italy) and I attend the Computer Engineering course at the university. Nice to meet you! Why am I here? Obviously I didn’t sign up for fun. I am a guy who has discovered his being gay about a year ago, and has spent most of this year to consider himself bisexual and to refuse at all costs to call himself gay, a guy who was afraid, but now, starting about a week ago, wants to put an end to the great inner problems experienced in these months, and to accept his homosexuality, because he couldn’t go on that way. Inside I felt I was just trying to delude myself in some way … I decided to deeply analyze my situation and I understood that girls didn’t interest me at all, and I’m also supported by the fact that I had a gay relationship that lasted for eight months and I was fine, I had some small gay experiences and I felt good, I feel a strong gay desire and I’m fine, while on the other side I never felt really comfortable with girls and I realized recently that I didn’t feel any kind of interest for them …
 
I hope not to bore you, but at this moment I have some small doubts to which I want to find an answer, I try to accept myself for what I am, but unfortunately the doubts come back every now and then, much less than when I wanted to be bisexual at all costs … In particular, I really don’t understand why for 19 years I never thought I could be gay … Now if I think back to what happened to me in the past, I understand better why and I understand what I really want inside me. Certainly I feel much more confident of myself, I feel a fire inside me, that boils, but at the same time I feel small stabs that don’t make me still be right with myself, and I would very much that this period passed quickly … Moreover, I am visibly worried about how my future life will unfold, I am afraid of being marginalized for what I am doing, of being judged simply for my sexuality and even if I tell myself I should not care, I cannot do it serenely. I hate being so sensitive … I hope that you who are in this forum can help me and comfort me, even if I have already been able to talk about myself with some of my close friends, I feel that I need to talk about it with someone far more expert, in particular to analyze my past, on which I still have little doubts to which I am trying to give meaningful answers. Thank you so much for those who will read this post and who will give me a hand. I would like to talk to you about my personal story, which is still being defined today. I will start from the beginning, for what I can remember …
 
I think I was about 11-12 years old, maybe already about 13, when I discovered masturbation … My father told me about it and I saw it was very nice to do … In those days I didn’t have a precise idea about what I was masturbating, I probably had no really exciting thoughts, but I did it simply because it was so relaxing and nice to do …
 
I discovered pornography soon after, at about 13-14 years of age, of course hetero type … even if I vaguely remember I also used gay pornography, but on a marginal level, and it was not too clear that it was gay … Even because I have tastes a bit special, I never really enjoyed watching videos or porn photos with humans in the flesh, but I soon turned to hentai and other forms of designed porn … Then I masturbated in a way very … strange: I imagined myself on the side of the woman, and I imagined that a guy had sex with me … and I masturbated in different ways, using my fingers too, I don’t know if you can understand … I never excited at the idea of myself having sex with a woman, but the idea of doing it with a man excited me a lot, but I didn’t imagine myself as a man, but as a woman, or anyway with a vagina … My personal idea is that I did it to hide my homosexuality in this “inverted roles game”… Anyway, according to my memories, at least initially I always did it this way, then less and less, but such a particularity has never disappeared …
Returning back then, around 13-14 years, while I felt very lightly sentimentally attracted towards girls, but nothing sexual (in short, it ended so quickly as it started), I wanted to try something with a guy, a friend a year older than me … I saw it as something very serious, I really wanted to do something, but he saw it as a simple game and it didn’t satisfy me at all … And then, back home, realizing what I had done, I felt guilty, dirty inside, and when this friend of mine asked me to do it again I opposed myself and said absolutely no. Slowly the memory of what had happened vanished. In the meantime, more or less in the same summer, I found myself vaguely talking in chat about my “particular” way to masturbate and I quickly realized that it was something seen as absolutely abnormal by other guys, and I understood that something in me was different from what the other guys felt … They were excited thinking about girls, I felt much more satisfied imagining myself as a girl, and I didn’t understand why … but I began to repress myself and tried to conform to others, even if I was not very convinced, also because I was pushed by my father, who always reproached me that I didn’t go with the girls … In short, I behaved for a few years as an unconvinced heterosexual, a person who had no sexual desire and no interest in getting engaged with a girl … And I didn’t even have any crush on girls. 
But then I didn’t worry about the problem, I was fine as I was and I was happy, even if I didn’t have many friends to be with, in fact I was a very lonely guy. At home, I continued to masturbate without thinking about someone male or female, I thought only of those images that I saw online and that idea, that often returned, to imagine myself in the role of a woman having sex … I want to clarify that it was an exclusively sexual thing, I never thought of having a wrong body, in short, as a man I’m fine. From that period I only remember the occasional teasing by the scout friends, who jokingly teased me with words like “pansy”, to highlight that I had never shown a real interest in girls and that I often tried in various ways to avoid them, as if I didn’t want to confront them, first for fear, then for disinterest … I remember that I was very angry when they told me such things … 
The years passed and I continued this way, until I had a last crush towards a girl, in my last year of high school … a friend pointed her out and pushed me to try with her, but I could never do it, perhaps out of fear, perhaps it was something that I didn’t feel inside, I didn’t feel that absolute need to push me to try with a girl at all costs … I tried to think of her in a sexual way, but then it didn’t involve me at all … So, I realized that the crush, as usual, had quickly disappeared as fast as it had arrived, and then, in the summer that followed (2013), I began to ask myself the first questions: why didn’t girls attract me? Why didn’t I feel a strong sense of attraction towards them while my friends were sobbing with them? Why didn’t the female mentality interest me and I only had male friends? Why had I never tried with girls? Was it fear of being rejected and nothing else? I began to inform myself on the web, but above all I met someone who was decisive in my discovery: on the internet I met by chance an American gay friend on chat, to whom I exposed my doubts, my uncertainties, and talking to him, at least at the time, I thought I was straight. But my doubts were strong and I expressed them when, speaking of girls at a scout camp, they asked me if I was gay, and I replied “I don’t know, I don’t think I am, but boh … I have to think about, really”. 
It was a symptom that something was changing, and informing me on the web I discovered something that I thought depicted me: pansexuality. If you don’t know what it is, it’s like bisexuality, but a pansexual person, unlike bisexuals, is also attracted to people who don’t fall into the classic gender dichotomy, such as transgender or intersex. I started to define myself pansexual, even though I was far from understanding myself: at the end I still behaved like an unconvinced hetero, and I made my American gay friend understand that I didn’t think I was attracted to men … This friend told me that if I felt pansexual, I would have to start seeing gay porn too, to “balance the two parts of my sexuality”, this happened at the beginning of 2014, when I began to see gay porn with increasing insistence, and to masturbate on those porn, and I quickly realized that my tastes were turning upside down, that I was directing towards gay sexuality, and I really understood it when I had a crush as short as intense for that American gay friend … he was the first guy to whom I revealed my feelings, but my feelings were not reciprocated, and I was discomforted … 
When I realized what was happening I began to think “but at this point … it is not that I’m gay?” In saying so, I was very scared, I wanted to refuse it, and I did everything to do it, but over the months I felt a strong internal contrast within me: I said I was pansexual, but inside I felt a little voice that told me I was gay, and this little voice continued to make herself heard for a long time … In the meantime, I fell in love with a guy for the first time. We got together and we were a couple for eight months, during which, between highs and lows, we had a great time, even if the difficulty of seeing each other (we live 60 km from each other) made us suffer, especially me, and at the end we realized that we were not compatible enough, and about a month ago we broke up … in the meantime, my doubts and the contrast that I had tried continued … And so, in this month, I thought about what happened, and a week ago, after having compared myself with other guys who considered themselves bisexuals before and who had then accepted their being gay, I realized that I had to stop making fun of me, and I told myself what I had understood for months but I didn’t want to accept because I was afraid: I’m gay! 
These days, slowly I’m normalizing the thing inside of me, but I feel sometimes strange, sometimes desperate. I’m happy to be the way I am, happy to have understood who I am, but at the same time I have little doubts, even if I think I have understood a lot of myself in this year and a half. I also recently had my first gay experiences (in fact, with my ex, we never managed to do something in bed) and I liked it. Right now, as I said, I have little doubts, I still don’t feel very well with myself, but in my heart I know I did the right thing for me. Now I’m trying to accept myself 100%. I hope someone has understood something … I’m sorry if I messed up these things, but ordering ideas is not easy, especially when emotions are at stake … What I’m saying is mainly due to an analysis of the facts, and looking at the facts I can say firmly that I am gay.
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GAY ONLY WHEN I MASTURBATE

Hello Project, it is very difficult for me to write this letter but I read many things you wrote and I think you can give me a serious answer. I am a 22 years old guy, I feel realized under many profiles: study, friends, etc., people tell me I’m a nice guy, I think about the average, I have a girlfriend for three years and I have a sexual life with her, we make love more or less every week, things work in the sense that I’ve never had erection problems or anything like that. I don’t take the initiative, I expect her to do it, so I feel at ease, now it has been happening this way for years. At the beginning there was a lot of the curiosity about the sex itself or rather the letting go because in fact it was she who fell in love with me, I felt at the center of her attention and her desires and the things went on by themselves even if I never felt a real sexual desire, that is, when we were away from each other for a long time, I missed her company, I missed her intimacy, but not sex as such. 
But after reading your posts, I confess that I have had several doubts because, even if in fact I never considered it an important thing, in practice since always, when I masturbate I imagine sexual situations involving “even” guys and lately it is as if that “even” had become essential. In my fantasies there are women but, let’s say so, they are always less fundamental, it is as if they were an excuse that allows me to be in sexual situations with other guys and, in fact, the thing that excites me most in these fantasies is just that climate of complicity that is created with the other guys, a bit the idea of doing something sexual together, of doing it with a girl, but of doing it with other guys, as if the thing done only with the girl lost meaning. 
It happened to me about a month ago to dream of a similar situation, that is to dream of being together with a guy talking about sex (sex done with girls) but for me the important thing was to hear that guy talking about sex, it was an exciting thing up to orgasm and I noticed that orgasm arrived thinking of the guy and not of the girl. 
In the days after the dream, which shocked me a lot, I started to masturbate thinking exclusively of a guy and it was really spontaneous, it was not a test, but with my girlfriend nothing has changed, I haven’t had sexual problems with her even if I didn’t tell her anything about the dream or masturbation thinking about a guy.
On the other hand, even before, in my fantasies there were some guys even though always, so to speak, the strictly sexual content was focused or at least seemed focused entirely on the girl. In short, with my girlfriend nothing has changed, but inside me something has changed, I cannot deny it, I told myself that in the end I could also be bisexual and that it wouldn’t be a tragedy, but the fact remains that I have never fallen in love with a guy, at least until now, and I cannot imagine myself exchanging tenderness with a guy as I do with my girlfriend. That is, it is as if now I was bisexual, or rather I was gay but only when I masturbate. 
I play sports since I was a kid, I often see other naked guys but this doesn’t make me any effect, now I see those things without any sexual halo and I’m just indifferent. I have many friends with whom I feel very free in behavior but they all are straight and basically I think I’m straight too and I never had sexual fantasies of any kind about my male friends (but not even about my female friends) sometimes I think that in sexual matters I need someone to take the initiative as happened with my girlfriend and I think I would go after easily. I don’t have the vocation of the conqueror but of the conquered, even if I’m 100% male. 
If I have an affective desire about guys it is to be courted by a guy, to become the center of his attention, I think that in a similar situation I would also end up melting up completely . . . or maybe not, I don’t know. But can you be gay only in masturbation? It’s important, of course, but I don’t think it’s enough, that is, in the end you have to fall in love with a guy. Maybe it has not happened to me yet and it’s just a matter of time, but I don’t know what to think, I don’t know whether I want it to happen or not, because if it happens I would find myself in terrible embarrassment with my girlfriend who knows nothing about these things and maybe it is good that she doesn’t know them. I absolutely don’t think about looking for gay environments and just sending you this mail requires me to overcome a terrible embarrassment. I’m waiting for your response. If you want, publish the email, because I have kept on the generic and then you can publish it. 
Sando
 
Comment by Telemachus
Very interesting reflections by this guy. Let’s say that all of us have asked ourselves these questions. But if there is something that has caught my attention is the tranquillity with which this guy is facing his doubts and his questions. Usually the issues related to sexuality and affectivity are accompanied by a high and unhealthy load of anxiety and despair, combined with the rush to self-define in some way just to get out of the limbo of uncertainty. 
Here, however, this guy seems to have a solid and appreciable starting point, that is a considerable dose of serenity with which to relate to these reflections, combined with the awareness of having to look at sexuality as one, but not the only space of realization of the person. So the attitude of the guy in his mail makes me feel a good impression, because apart from a bit of understandable amazement and fear of these news that have obviously affected him, he doesn’t seem to be carried away by drama or fears or existential concerns that wouldn’t do anything else but unnecessarily confuse his introspection and the fixed points to which he can arrive. 
On the other hand, these reflections are important but also abstract: one can ask a thousand questions on how he can formally circumscribe his own feelings, but there will always be that gap between such reflections and the concrete relationships with others that prevents to be able to proclaim definitive rules on oneself.
In my opinion, finally you can say “I’m gay” or “I’m straight” or “I’m bisexual” or “I’m gay only when I masturbate” etc. etc. this is not so fundamental. As much as it can be rewarding to find a “frame” in which to insert your sexual orientation (and I admit that such an “introspective result” can actually be satisfactory because it allows you to file a doubt perhaps with relief but also with all due simplifications of the case), we must not forget that it will have its own meaning only if it will be carried out in relation to a particular person who becomes too special for us to allow us to take care of general and abstract reflections.
 
Comment by Project.
I start from what Telemachus says, which I basically agree with. I often talk to guys who are approaching the idea of being gay step by step and who remain with a thousand doubts in mind until they have their first true gay love story. Many, I would say most, like Sando, come to the awareness of being gay after passing through the awareness of not being wholly heterosexual, precisely through the dichotomy between the couple sexuality that remains hetero even if it is not lived in a very engaging way and masturbation that gradually assumes increasingly marked gay connotations. 
I must say that this path affects the vast majority of that 30/35% of gays who have had a straight sex life and is essentially a rather typical picture. Actually, in the case of Sando, none of the classic complications that accompany this process is present and here we have to open a parenthesis. Sexuality, all sexuality, even the hetero one, can only really be experienced without problems when there is an adequate solid background from the emotional point of view and a consistent measure of self-esteem. I had the opportunity to talk privately with Sando and I can say that he has a very nice relationship with his parents and among other things he was lucky to have parents who love each other and has seen a serious emotional attitude between them since childhood. 
Sando grew up peaceful, without absurd taboo and at 22 has a maturity that many don’t even reach at 40. A bit it’s his merit but in large part it’s due to his family that created a favorable environment. Speaking with him I could understand that the family probably would not cause him any problem due to his being gay and that his father must have realized that the story with his girlfriend is not really an overwhelming love for Sando, and did him understand that if the story were to end he would not be astonished. Probably the father doesn’t suspect that his son can be gay nevertheless he often repeats: “in those things you have to do always and only what you feel without caring about what others think!” 
Starting from the assumption that there were no pressures of any kind on the part of family members or forms of parents’ intrusion with attempts to institutionalize and channel the relationship with the girl towards a marriage solution, Sando felt essentially free to follow his drive, which is something of great value. 
At the moment he is not able to evaluate, let’s say so, the completeness of his being gay because he lacks the fundamental element of living a true gay relationship, and the fear, from what I can understand, is not that this relationship arrives, but it is precisely the fear that this relationship may not arrive. And this is precisely why Sando is uncertain about leaving the girl. I add one thing. Sando tried to read up and understand very seriously what it means to be gay and has a very serious and realistic idea of homosexuality, in essence he feels it like something that belongs to him, but is afraid that the jump that will lead him to a shared love story  can never be accomplished, because the social environment in which he lives certainly does not favor it.  
In practice in his being gay he would have the support of the family but only in private and for him to live a gay relationship with an absolutely minimal visibility would be very risky. He is currently very busy in his studies and is projected towards the idea of moving far away from his region and living and working in a big city, even if for all this it will take years. I think he is following the right path and I really hope he can find what he wants. Come on Sando!! 
 
Comment by Pavloss 
The reflection of the guy is interesting for me too. If on the one hand it reminds me of my past, in which I began to understand myself, on the other it reminds me of the difference with him: I understood, yes, but with a lot of anxiety, an anxiety from which I slowly liberated over time. Reflection suggests that there is a “given” nature in the human being, a psychological-affective-sexual nature that emerges slowly, in front of the environmental solicitations and the circumstances of life. 
The person tries to be fully himself but he don’t succeed immediately; it takes time to discover the “design” that is written within himself, so that all vital centers are activated and present in the human consciousness. This implies an evidence: it is not the idea of oneself that prevails and precedes one’s own nature, but it is the latter that can give us a rather precise idea of what we are, slowly over time. 
Often the idea of oneself with which one wants at all costs to conform one’s nature, creates dramas, tensions, feelings of guilt: “I must be in a certain way and I am not as I would like!” These are things I have known and certainly I was not the only one to follow this twisted path that can be summarized in the (im)moral saying: “We must be as we think otherwise we end up thinking as we are.” Idealism that violates nature. On the other hand, when nature is allowed to speak, things are different. The important thing is that this guy can find a way to positively expand his reality, building himself as a mature and responsible person in a true and rewarding relationship.
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