What I Wanted Was Love

When I was seventeen years old I had a huge crush on a girl. At the time it didn’t make any sense. I was confused, unsure of my sexuality and I had internal demons I was fighting apart from everything.

So I thought to myself, how it’s it that I am gay, but at the same time want to spend all my time with this girl? Talk to her, make her laugh, feel her body warmth near me?

Was it because I was not in fact gay? Was it just in my head? A “straight” phase? Was I trying to convince myself that I wasn’t actually what I thought I was? I remember when she would hang out with other boys, my head would boil. How were they more important than me? Who she talked to on a daily?

The first night I kissed her it was amazing. It was actually the first time I had kissed anyone. And of course we didn’t know what we were doing with it being our first time, but I enjoyed it. I was so filled with joy at the thought of thinking I wasn’t actually gay, because at the time I didn’t want to be.

I moved away and we somehow got distant. We soon broke it off. I was still on the mentality that I was gay. I cried for several days when we did end things. I did love her. I believed that I was gay because I followed the gay stereotype. I liked this and that, ok then I guess I’m gay.

As the years progressed I found myself having sexual relationships with men. It was good I’m not going to lie, no one on earth can say that any sexual act that is welcomed isn’t good. But at the end I felt guilty. Dirty even sometimes. Many times during sex I wished it would stop.

I have never been in love with a man. What I had fallen for before was just the thought if someone caring for me. Someone who could protect me from the dangers of life. But I became my own protected and this year is when I found out.

I’ll be candid for a second, once I saw myself as the person I am. I stopped craving a mans touch. Even just being with a man in the first place. And if I did, I wanted to be the dominant one. And I was many times. But soon even that wasn’t what I actually wanted. What I wanted was love. No hot steamy sex. Just plain simple love.

Did I find it? I’m not certain. I did meet a wonderful girl who takes my breathe away every day. Every time we talk it’s like we’ve known each other for ever. We have the same interests, the same dislikes, and even the same goals.

So am I gay? Straight? Pansexual? Can I just love someone for who they are regardless of their gender without being pointed at?

I told a friend about this girl I like last week. Her response was “no, you’re gay. You’ve been gay and you’ll always be gay.”

Is my sexual orientation Solemnly calculated with evidence from my past? Life changes, life changes us, we change as people, and along with that so do our desires.

I’m not saying I’m straight, sure I’m attracted to guys I will never deny that. But when I picture my future I always imagine it with a girl. And I’ve only had actually feelings for girls. I’ve only been in love with girls.

So what am I? I do not know. All that I know is that I just want to live my life, without people putting labels on things.

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Cut My Body Parts Up And Sell Them On The Black Market

I just had sex.

There’s no other way to put that really. Can’t really sugar coat it either. I went to someone’s house and did the naughty? Any better? Well, that just sounds ridiculous.

So, in the efforts to start dating I downloaded a dating app that is supposed to connect you to a person who has the same interest as you and will eventually be a good fit for you. You answer questions and based off your questions they’ll set you up with someone who might have similar views as you.

What do most guys use it for? Sex. That’s the world we live in. It’s not, what are your goals in life? Or even, what do you do for fun? Nope. They done care what your doing or going to do with your life.

It’s more now, are you down to fuck? It’s sad, but since I really don’t care right now I said what the hell and headed on over to a guys house who I connected with. It had been a while since I did a one night stand so I was rather nervous.

I’m not one for one night stands, but if they are anything like todays was, there could be more in my future. Specially if the guy is hot. I’m not saying I’m full of myself but I also do know my worth.

Yes, my end goal is to find love. But if 9 out of 10 want sex, and 3 out of those 9 are attractive, why not half fun? (Being safe of course). One of my friends tried to scare me and said they could cut my body parts up and sell them on the black market, it’s the most morbid thing she’s ever said but I mean it could have some truth behind it, so I will be smart along with having fun, until the real man comes along and asks me to dinner instead of to bed.

I’m Ready To Start Dating

I’m ready to start dating.

 

 

I told my friend that this past weekend while we were on the beach. I was a little hoe at the end of last year only having one night stands here and there. It was fun I I’m not going to sit here and lie, but dating is different.

 

First of al there’s food involved. You get to eat out and chill. Plus, sometimes you get to try new things. You get to see things and experience them in different ways. Also, getting to know someone for the first time is always great. It’s like reading a new book.

 

At the end of the day you don’t have to sleep with them if you don’t want to. Sure, it’s always fun and if they want to stick around for a while that’s cool to. I’m just saying having someone to hold or just be held is really comforting for me, and I’m not a handsy person.

 

Yes, maybe I’m lonely, or sure, maybe I’m just jealous of what I see other people have. But that makes it ok not to want those things? I think not. Then there is the underlying question. What is it that I want in a relationship?

 

Its pretty simple actually. All I need is attention. I don’t need you to take me to an expensive. I don’t need you to take me to a private island or buy me things. I don’t even need you to shoe off for me. Sure, those things are nice but do I want them or need them? No. All I want is attention.

 

I want you to call me, text me, ask me how my day is. I want you to invite me over and talk to me. I want to know how your day was, what you want to do in the future. I want to know your opinions, what makes you laugh and cry.

 

I want to be able to sit in silence with you and not feel awkward. I want to breathe the same air that you breathe and feel like we are one person.

 

Ok, maybe I’m getting a little ahead of myself but I think you get the picture.

 

So there, I’m ready to start dating.

Strangers

I did it again. I know I shouldn’t have but when lonely comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do except roll out the red carpet and let it in.

So two weeks ago I downloaded tinder. Don’t know why, ‘just cause’ could be a concrete answer really. Since I decided to give up on Love, I went the hoe route. Sleeping with random strangers.

In all honesty, no I don’t feel bad. When had a little fun hurt anyone? Ok maybe not the best example but still.

And hey, I work two jobs, pay all my bills and rent, take care of my family, put food in the fridge, and I’m generally a nice person. So who’s to say I can’t be a hoe once in a while? No one. You try to walk in my shoes see how long you last.

Along with being filthy, I’ve also been going out a lot. Getting closer with a friend. He doesn’t know I’m gay but that never comes up. Nor do I have the need to tell him . Does he know? Does it matter?

Any way this is my 100 post and I was going to do the whole thank you a and what I’ve learned about blogging but I’ll save that for later since I have to save time for hoeing around.

There Is No Love

I officially give up on love.

Let me explain. I have been on the quest for love ever since I can remember. Maybe since I was 17 years old. I would go in dating sites and talk to guys but would never actually meet up with them. I would never send the first message I was such a wimp.

Later on I decided dating apps weren’t for me but I would always go back to them once in a while. If I felt lonely I would download them. If I wanted love I would download them. It was an on and off kind of feeling.

Until recently I decided I was going to get love if I had to beg for it. So I downloaded some apps instead of waiting to get messaged I would sent out the first messages. I would get dates here and there but most of them just turned into sex rather than love.

It was all fun and games for a while but what I was really after I was not getting. And I wasn’t about to waste my time the limited time I have to just be people’s sex toy.

But it seems that everyone is only interested in sex. It’s such a stereotype in the gay community. It’s a bad rep. Really bad. And I’m tired of all of it.

I felt really pathetic when I looked back on all the apps I had download over the years. I took a count and it came up to 17 apps. Not counting the ones I download twice or up to three times.

I say this every time I’m downloading anymore apps. But I always go back no matter what. But this time it’s for reals.

No matter how I feel, I will not download those apps again. There are no more to download.

There is no more to say.

There is no love.