And as ecstasy makes you love everything, that is the one thing i try to control when a gay comes up to me with their loving.
...make me fucking sick. As far as I'm concerned people who think like that don't deserve any better than to go out on a Saturday night, drink themselves comatose on whisky or gin and then die choking in a pool of their own vomit. If MDMA can't give you even a shred of tolerance for other people, than nothing can help you.
Okay... should.not.post.when.angry....
Well done
liquid porcelain on your post and your story.
I was introduced to pills by a bisexual friend just over twelve months ago and when I first started dropping, it was mostly in gay clubs and gay parties. I was, or so I thought at the time, quite straight.
Then one night, peaking off my head, I was talking to some guy and next thing I was kissing him... and I had absolutely no problem with it. I remember the week after that I did a lot of soul searching, not that I had a problem with being gay but because it had never occured to me to question my own sexuality.
I was pretty confused at the time, but I decided to go with it and try being bi. I've been with quite a few guys and at the end of it all, it never felt quite right... as in, while it was enjoyable, my heart was never in it. During those wacky times, I even went home with a gorgeous transvestite one night.
These days, while I might find guys attractive, they do little for me sexually and I find myself... well quite frankly, chasing pussy again.
I still spend a lot of time in the gay scene and you wouldn't believe how many older men I chat to who tell me how they lived their whole lives straight, only to come out when they're 30 or 40. When they've already married and had kids and suddenly, everything they've known themselves to be has suddenly given way and they've been forced to deal with a new reality.
Part of the reason why I tried being with guys is because I didn't want this to happen to me. I'm not saying every straight guy should go out and suck some cock just to find out their own sexuality... but keeping your mind completely shut to the possiblity isn't going to do you any favors either.
The saddest plight in the world is that of the straight man constantly living in fear of being gay. The sort of person who always tells himself off for perhaps checking out a guy who he finds attractive. The sort of person who needs to stop before doing anything and ask himself, "Will this make me look gay?". It's sad, it's pathetic and from my experience this sort of self-denial, whether the guy is straight or whatever, is the cause of so much suffering in this world brought on by stupid male bravado, macho and testosterone.
Being a man isn't about living in fear of your own feelings. It's being brave enough to act on them and afterwards say "no shame no regrets all pride",
liquid porcelain you are a fucking hero.
[ 20 February 2003: Message edited by: caffeine_voices ]