When I have to remember my dad my mind stops at the local bus station on a hot humid night in my hometown. I remember my dad getting on a bus and setting off for the Capital of Colombia. He was leaving us, for good. I was there with my grandmother (his mother) Romelia, hoping he wouldn´t leave without me. Squeezing my hands and face against a huge window glass that was keeping me from going with him.
Hello there how do I begin……. Well first off my name is Brandon, I’ve been married to a woman for 7yrs and have 3 kids…. but I’m secretly gay. Ok now let’s go back and start from the beginning! I guess the first time I realized I was gay was in the second grade… There was a boy sitting in front of me in class. I remember thinking he’s beautiful and I just wanted to climb over the table and kiss him. I mean those thoughts was so innocent for a child!
Whats it like being a Furry A Gaymer (or gay video gamer Gaymer for short) on youtube. My answer is not a easy one nor a grand one like most people think I am sure you have all read the adventures of love loss and coming out here on this site.But that’s only a part of me. Greetings my name is john erik madsen. on youtube i am known as. why so fluffy my video blog on my experiances of coming out and trying to move on and also as john Dingo-fox/Zuit suit bunny.
It is four years – just four years since the last Winter Olympics – does anyone remember the location? South Korea in 2018 but where were they in 2014? They were in Sochi – that’s right in the heart of Russia possibly one of the most homophobic countries in the World. So, whilst this year’s Pyeongchang Games have been seen celebrations by successful openly gay medal winners – nothing like that would have happened in Putin-country! A lot can change in four years.
I was in Elementary school when I questioned the difference between romantic and platonic love. I asked friends, but their answers weren’t useful. I don’t even remember what it was, only that they told me there’s a difference. I thought that I’ll want it in the future, when we’ll be able to do more things, like living together.
For the past four years of my life I have known that I wasn’t straight, and it was only until two years ago that I figured out that “not straight” was simply “lesbian.” Now I knew that when I came out to my family it wouldn’t be bad – my dad’s brother is gay and my mom’s best friend is a lesbian. They already support the LGBT+ community so I was safe. The thing that kept me from coming out any time soon was advice given to me years before: Before coming out to anyone else, you must come out to yourself fully. That way, no one can make you feel bad about who you are.
When I first thought about buying plastic canvas, it was to stitch a keychain or zipper pull in asexuality spectrum colors, probably in a demisexual pattern. My demisexuality was solid ground, and I felt ready to wear its colors and symbols. It didn’t occur to me to stitch something in aromantic spectrum colors, at least not for myself. I would I have told you I was very alloromantic, that I’d had numerous crushes, that I had crushed on people easily for a decade.