When i was 10 years old i use to attend a local swimming pool with my brother, in the changing rooms i remember seeing a man walking around with no clothes on, when my eyes seen his naked cock, it gave me some kind of sensational rush, an excitement that shot around my body, kinda paralyzing in a way, it was sexual, but seemed greater than just sexual attraction. I never told anybody
My voice is gay! I exist between man and woman, a split, im a inbetweener, I’m also irrational similar to how women are, and have this general fear that some times brings on panic attacks if i think too deeply about things, like having a picnic in an open field, the openess distorts my time and space, if i lay back and body gets really relaxed i lose my sense of self, identity and even location, then i freak out. Picnic are feminine and passive, and it’s also a very vulnerable situation, it’s also creepy that just a very short distance, space and time away there are other people having picnics, it’s almost like we are all apart of some kind of membership, but really not…there’s a lot of assumption making going on or just general unsuspecting.
I have serious intimacy issues, i can no longer go out to bars and enjoy the night, because when the night is over and it’s time to go home, i get this sickening depressive feeling, it borders on suicidal, it’s lasts for like two days. Physical touch in a sexual context is fine if im comfortable and want it, but emotional closeness aint gonna happen. if my personal emotional space is invaded, you can expect to die.
I have a weakness for handsomeness mixed with niceness, If a handsome guy is nice to me, being kind, i melt…i can’t even control it. when first stepped into a gay bar i felt a sense of belonging that i never felt before, it was full of people like me, it made me really happy and miserable at the same time.
i hate my own kind…a lot…but they are the only people i relate to, it’s a love hate situation, i also fear them and want them at the same time.
this is fucked up