silverfaux
03-07-2008, 04:47 PM
Though I realized at an early age that I was gay, I grew up in the typical homophobic neighborhood of the 60s and 70s. I am one of the middle children in a group of 4 boys and 1 girl.
I was a 96 pound weakling and I was too cowardly to face anyone who called me a faggot. So I kept mainly to myself or hung around other boys that were much younger than myself. By the time I was about 14, a neighbor man expressed an interest in me and I was eventually molested by him. Though it was a painful experience, this person liked me and I went back to him on numerous occassions.
My father arranged for my sister to babysit my younger brother and myself every time that her boyfriend would show up. So the only way she could go anywhere with him, was by taking us along. The boyfriend then started coming around when she wasnt home and would take us kids for rides in the car. After awhile, he began to stop by just to pick me up. As with the other guy, I was molested. I didnt object to the attention I was getting and didnt dare tell anyone what was going on.
Eventually, I grew away from these guys and found someone my age. I remained in the closet and had "girlfriends" that never amounted to anything. A couple times, while I was a teenager, I had sex with girls. I was considered to be fairly good looking and had quite a few people express an interest in me. Guys and girls alike. But the girls never seemed to excite me as much as the guys did.
But I felt guilty everytime I had sex with a guy. It was so taboo that once I climaxed, I was ready to leave. I felt that I had to give up the "gay" stuff and try to be straight.
I moved around alot but eventually came back to the same neighborhood and met a young lady that later became my wife. We dated for a few months then we lived together for about 3 years before we married. I was determined that I was going to be straight. During the first 5 years of our marriage, an old friend of mine used to hang around alot. I had been intimate with him in the past and he brought back those feelings. I finally broke away from him and my wife & I moved to a new town.
We had 2 kids. The first was born within a year of our marriage. The second was ten years later. Our sex life was boring. She was a virgin when I met her, and she had a backwoods knowledge of sex. To her, sex was a chore. She never intitiated sex, it was always me. Several times, I had to think about the intimate times I had with the guys in order to enjoy sex with my wife.
I thought about throwing in the towel. When the first child was 10, I wanted a divorce. Her family was so intent that we can make things work, that she refused to divorce. I couldnt mention that I was gay because I was afraid that I would never get to see my son again. You know the stereotype that gay men cant be trusted among boys. Well I was afraid that this would be how I would be treated. I tried to make a go of the marriage again.
Six months before our second child was born, the sex stopped. I think it was because I tried to initiate sex and she wasnt interested. When I made up my mind that sex was off limits for the night, she commented to me that if I want to do anything, then let's go.
Now it seemed like it was a job. I had to go perform at that moment. No foreplay, just go do it and get it over with. So I remarked that I was too tired. Since then I made a vow, to myself, that I would wait until she initiated sex before I would express an interest. That was over 14 years ago and we havent had sex since. My only sexual pleasure is self gratification after looking at porn on the internet. The sites are all gay.
I should have never gotten married. I should have faced the facts that I was gay and not try to be someone that I wasnt. However, that's water under the bridge and I need to move on.
The problem with coming out of the closet is that I still have a 14 year old child at home. The same feelings deep inside of me is that I will be rejected by my kids (both boys) and forced to stay away from them because I am gay.
I hate hiding in the closet. But our family income is poor. They (my family) can not live on my wife's income (just a little over minimum wage). I make about the same wage as her and can not support a place of my own plus pay child support and possibly alimony.
The stress levels are high in my family. I work long hours and hate to be bothered. I am alienating my son because I want time to myself to read the paper, watch tv shows that I dont get to see because of work, or surf the web. I havent been participating in any of his school activites (because of work) and I have a short temper now. (Not physical).
So what to do?
Come out and ruin this family more than I have already? Or keep it a secret and stay hidden in the closet?
But hiding among the garments makes for a lonely person. I desire some physical attention and living in my home is like living with a sister or a cousin. Sure I love my wife. But I am not in love with her.
Any suggestions?
I was a 96 pound weakling and I was too cowardly to face anyone who called me a faggot. So I kept mainly to myself or hung around other boys that were much younger than myself. By the time I was about 14, a neighbor man expressed an interest in me and I was eventually molested by him. Though it was a painful experience, this person liked me and I went back to him on numerous occassions.
My father arranged for my sister to babysit my younger brother and myself every time that her boyfriend would show up. So the only way she could go anywhere with him, was by taking us along. The boyfriend then started coming around when she wasnt home and would take us kids for rides in the car. After awhile, he began to stop by just to pick me up. As with the other guy, I was molested. I didnt object to the attention I was getting and didnt dare tell anyone what was going on.
Eventually, I grew away from these guys and found someone my age. I remained in the closet and had "girlfriends" that never amounted to anything. A couple times, while I was a teenager, I had sex with girls. I was considered to be fairly good looking and had quite a few people express an interest in me. Guys and girls alike. But the girls never seemed to excite me as much as the guys did.
But I felt guilty everytime I had sex with a guy. It was so taboo that once I climaxed, I was ready to leave. I felt that I had to give up the "gay" stuff and try to be straight.
I moved around alot but eventually came back to the same neighborhood and met a young lady that later became my wife. We dated for a few months then we lived together for about 3 years before we married. I was determined that I was going to be straight. During the first 5 years of our marriage, an old friend of mine used to hang around alot. I had been intimate with him in the past and he brought back those feelings. I finally broke away from him and my wife & I moved to a new town.
We had 2 kids. The first was born within a year of our marriage. The second was ten years later. Our sex life was boring. She was a virgin when I met her, and she had a backwoods knowledge of sex. To her, sex was a chore. She never intitiated sex, it was always me. Several times, I had to think about the intimate times I had with the guys in order to enjoy sex with my wife.
I thought about throwing in the towel. When the first child was 10, I wanted a divorce. Her family was so intent that we can make things work, that she refused to divorce. I couldnt mention that I was gay because I was afraid that I would never get to see my son again. You know the stereotype that gay men cant be trusted among boys. Well I was afraid that this would be how I would be treated. I tried to make a go of the marriage again.
Six months before our second child was born, the sex stopped. I think it was because I tried to initiate sex and she wasnt interested. When I made up my mind that sex was off limits for the night, she commented to me that if I want to do anything, then let's go.
Now it seemed like it was a job. I had to go perform at that moment. No foreplay, just go do it and get it over with. So I remarked that I was too tired. Since then I made a vow, to myself, that I would wait until she initiated sex before I would express an interest. That was over 14 years ago and we havent had sex since. My only sexual pleasure is self gratification after looking at porn on the internet. The sites are all gay.
I should have never gotten married. I should have faced the facts that I was gay and not try to be someone that I wasnt. However, that's water under the bridge and I need to move on.
The problem with coming out of the closet is that I still have a 14 year old child at home. The same feelings deep inside of me is that I will be rejected by my kids (both boys) and forced to stay away from them because I am gay.
I hate hiding in the closet. But our family income is poor. They (my family) can not live on my wife's income (just a little over minimum wage). I make about the same wage as her and can not support a place of my own plus pay child support and possibly alimony.
The stress levels are high in my family. I work long hours and hate to be bothered. I am alienating my son because I want time to myself to read the paper, watch tv shows that I dont get to see because of work, or surf the web. I havent been participating in any of his school activites (because of work) and I have a short temper now. (Not physical).
So what to do?
Come out and ruin this family more than I have already? Or keep it a secret and stay hidden in the closet?
But hiding among the garments makes for a lonely person. I desire some physical attention and living in my home is like living with a sister or a cousin. Sure I love my wife. But I am not in love with her.
Any suggestions?