Story #2353

When I came out I was 33. I lived in denial for 17 years. I refused to even to stare at a man’s eyes; that is what attracted me the most. Due to some family caused childhood traumas, I totally erased from my memories a fairytale I lived with a boy when I was 16. I kept hiding it within my aging cells’ copies until May of last year when after 6 months of flirting with me I fell for a pervert, who his only goal was to f#xk with a “straight guy”. I was there developing pure feelings for him, and he just faked love to hunt his prey. I lived free for like 30 hours and then back to the abysses. Broken, it took me 6 months to understand. Alone in a Muslim country, I tried to approach the gay community. Body shaming, sexual harassment, hysterical folks, and here I’m trying to understand all of this, waiting maybe for someone to see how easy life can be with me. I’m just full of love to give, I like teasing and being teased, sarcastical god level, caring and empathic. Until then I’m writing, fighting my dyslexia. (M/34)