Gay confession stories
May 1987
I hesitated several times as I approached the front door of my mother’s house. How was she going to react when she saw me for the first time since I announced in a letter to her that I was gay?
After ringing the doorbell, her footsteps seemed to seize forever to arrive the front door. It was as if life had gone into sluggish motion, making me wait even longer to find out her reaction.
“Why did it take you so long to tell me?” were her first words as she flung her arms around me. “The kettle’s on, and I’ve got your favourite biscuits in,” she started to sob.
I’d been expecting a completely different reaction, expecting to be on the next train back to London, but ended up staying a few days.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” she asked as I took my first sip of tea. “When can I meet him? I’ve always wanted to go to a gay block. I hear they’re so much pleasurable and much safer than the bars around here where women get punch upon all the time.”
“Mum!” I said astoundingly.
I couldn’t quite believe that my mother was treating me as if she’d known I was gay all my life. She probabl
I Was a Pastor and He Was Gay: A Confession
We were in our 20s when we met. Not yet a pastor, I was buzzing from several affectionate festival beers and he was buying the bolo tie I was selling at my friend’s rugby club booth. I could tell he wasn’t lesbian yet, but that wouldn’t be precise, right? Well, he was still matchmaking app, or trying to date women. Impressed by the way I worked the crowd on that hot June evening, he tracked me down the accompanying week and offered me a job.
We worked for the same company for a couple of years, became friends, roommates and budding entrepreneurs. Along the way, I smoked a good bit of pot, had two children I was ill prepared for and he revealed to me that he was gay. It didn’t matter. Why would it?
Then existence happened. We went our separate ways. I turned endorse to the faith of my youth and he adjusted, or so I heard, to animation as an openly gay man in Texas. He called one day, years later. I wasn’t home. He told my wife (now ex), “I speculate Ethan won’t desire to talk to me since he’s a pastor now.” And he was right. He hadn’t become my antagonist. It was just not going to work. I wasn’t going to switch him and there’s no way our new lives could mesh. Sides h
March 1978
“Do you play rugby?”
That was the first question I was asked at my first-ever interview for a full-time job.
“And what about girlfriends? How many undertake you have?”
That second question was just as easy to reply as the first. Yes, I had lots of girlfriends, but probably not in the way my future handsome boss was asking.
But worse was to approach.
Two weeks later, I started my job as an office junior and settled in instantly, but I had to mask the fact that I was gay.
I did everything I could to stay in the closet. I had to make sure nobody suspected. I even made jokes about rugby balls organism bent to the office manager, a strange-looking man who was years ahead of being one of the professors from Harry Potter. I felt ashamed of myself, but it was something I thought I had to do to protect who I was.
But, worse still, I made these jokes in front of a colleague who everyone in the office (apart from me at the time) suspected was gay. Nobody wanted to talk about the elephant in the room.
At first, I didn’t realise Paul was gay even though he spoke about Kenny a lot. One day, he took a telephone call from Kenny; the secretary opposite loo
Forced gay **. So confused.
I went on a business trip with my boss who is gay.
We finished the business but are flights home were not until Sunday.
On Friday night we went to a bar and had several drinks. Then felt very drunk, he brought me back to my room. I now reflect he gave me the ** drug.
I was barely awake, and he stripped me, and started lubing up my ** with hand lotion.
His ** was hard, I said No, I'm not homosexual. But couldn't move, then he entered me and ** me for at least a 30 minutes.
The worst thing was I got hard, and came without him touching my **.
He laughed and said, you're Gay, you came from being ****. Finally he came in me.
He forced me to consume something and I was still ** up.
He ** me twice more. I came again both times. Then he left my room.
I'm so perplexed, I came during power **. Is he right, am I Gay?
On Friday after everyone left the office he pinned me to a desk, and forced ** me again, it hurt but again I came.
WTF is false with me? Why undertake i **.
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