First time stories gay

As a gay man, you may be surprised to hear that one of the biggest hurdles I faced was going into a gay bar for the first time. At years-old, I was in awe of my straight mates. At 17 years old, my straight mates were not only getting drunk most Friday and Saturday nights but were boasting about sleeping around with members of the opposite sex without any worry.

At 17 years old, it was against the law for me to sleep with a person of the same sex. If I boasted about it, I could get myself into trouble. The law stated that, for my safety, sex remained on hold until I reached Of course, I overlooked that particular part of the law. Like any gay male at 17, my hormones made my brain think of first else but wanting to putting it mildly get laid.

By the time I reached my 19th birthday, I already had what I had considered a boyfriend. He was over the age of 21 and thought I was too. Holding hands with him, we listened to the patter of the rain on the roof as we watched the raindrops splatter on the windscreen. The bar was out of town and miles from where we lived.

However, neither of us wanted to get out of the car and walk up the stories to the bar. Instead, we both sat there trying our best to peer through the spattering of rain, trying to make out the figures time into the bar.

Age Thirteen: A Different Rite of Passage

For the next half an hour, we made an excuse after an excuse as to why we should stay in the car. Even though curiosity ran through our minds about what was on the other side of the doors to the gay bar, our bodies remained fixed to our seats while we continued peering at figures entering and exiting the bar.

Not only did those words cut me in half, but I began to worry that if the police raided the bar, my boyfriend and I would be in serious trouble because of my age. Terrified of the consequences of entering a world where people would have welcomed and accepted us for who we were, we drove off and went home.

Hiding who we were and how we lived our gay seemed a much safer option. Six years later, as I first my way on a coach to a new life, I left behind a boyfriend who had been secretly sleeping with another man he worked with. Have you ever been terrified to do something or go somewhere for the first time?

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