Gay guy stories
Dad died when I was six. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. I’m sure he wanted to do Mom. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t realize their crazy prayers. My brother was four. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and cry. We couldn’t understand why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. I learned to hate all religion and still do.
Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. The butcher brought steaks; the florist, flowers; the bagel man left fresh scorching steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. My younger brother and I were quickly dispatched to get the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t see Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to get inside. Some did. When Mom met the man who brought it all, she married him.
We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn. Until I ran away, I thought everyone in the world was either Jewish or Italian. I was intimidated by all the dark, Brooklyn-rough I
I was walking the prison track on a sunny southern California day in 2006 when a friend I’ll dial Michael joined me. He looked appreciate he could barely hold it together. His dark complexion was ashen, and there was dried toothpaste around his mouth. When I asked him how he was doing, it took a full four seconds before he answered.
“I’m going to destroy myself,” Michael said.
He said it matter-of-factly, but when I looked at him to see if he was joking, his shoulders were slumped, his leader down, his eyes focused on the track immediately in front of him. I wondered if he had the same feeling I had, that any verbal misstep could end in disaster.
“Come on man,” I responded, with a lightness that I hoped hid the nervousness I felt. “Nothing could be that serious.”
“There’s a guy in my building that won’t leave me alone. He’s pressuring me to have sex with him.”
This threw me for a loop. I knew just about everybody on the Yard, and I was skeptical of his claim of violence. I remembered that Michael had a reputation in our circle of friends for being overly dramatic. Often, he would bring up “problems” that were just attempts to get attention.
After a few minutes, we rounded the footpath pas
2."I knew I was gay, but where I grew up it was not OK to be gay, so I hid in my imaginary closet too scared to come out for horror that I would be thrashed up and rejected. So I got married, not once but twice. Both marriages lasted about four years. The first marriage was without children. I tried so hard not to be gay. I confessed to a pastor and was told I need to be accountable to him. I was seeing a guy after my first marriage ended and I was told I needed to break up with him. I needed to be in church every age the church was open. I needed to attend a daily prayer group. I met with this pastor every Tuesday after prayer group for a two-hour bible study. And at least 2-4 times in a two-year period, I would fast for three days and then hold Satan cast out of me by two pastors."
"Then I met my second wife at church one day. She was gorgeous and definitely out of my league. We quickly got married and had our first kid. I was trying so firm to be straight, but marriage is difficult especially when married to someone that you carry out not desire. In that marriage, my wife and I created two beautiful kids. We divorced when they were 3 and 1 years old. I finally came out when I was a
As a gay guy, I secretly had sex with a bunch of 'straight' guys. I knew I had to stop when I fell in adoration with one.
I came out to most people in my life at 14.
I grew up in the world of gymnastics, so the sport helped me come out and admit to myself that I was gay at an early age. It helped that no one on my team judged me because we were all so focused on what the judges thought. My teammates and I often congratulated each other when we accomplished the unthinkable — and didn't care who we were kissing after the meet.
But when I began hooking up with the boys on my brother's soccer teams, I realized I had a lot to learn about sex and existence a gay person.
Around the time I came out to my friends, I also started to realize that I had a sexual superpower
It came as no surprise to me when I started to investigate my sexual world that I had a weird superpower, as one of my friends called it. I realized I was proficient to sleep around with a lot of men who self-identified as straight.
My friend speculated that I had this superpower because I have a unusual blend of masculine and feminine power that allowed me to be "bros with the boys," yet flirty enough to make them