My first ever sexual experience was being sucked off by a straight guy. Or so he said. He later decided he was gay. I was his first time too. But back then I also thought I was straight. Soon after decided I was more than likely bi-sexual and confirmed it not soon after that.
He gave terrible head, and the handjob I gave in return was probably just as terrible. I put it down to "sexually confused = confused sex".
We almost hooked up again a couple of years later, but whatever shit he had been smoking/snorting over the years had permanently fucked up his airways. Guy had the heaviest breathing in the world. I couldn't get it up and so I just cuddled instead. He was really pissed off and doesn't talk to me anymore.
He gave terrible head, and the handjob I gave in return was probably just as terrible. I put it down to "sexually confused = confused sex".
We almost hooked up again a couple of years later, but whatever shit he had been smoking/snorting over the years had permanently fucked up his airways. Guy had the heaviest breathing in the world. I couldn't get it up and so I just cuddled instead. He was really pissed off and doesn't talk to me anymore.
Anyway, I kinda agree with Kryptonian here; there's a time and place for everything and of course it depends on the situation, but I didn't marry my husband just to pretend he doesn't exist when the subject of my personal life comes up in conversation. He's part of my life, why wouldn't I talk about our relationship? I certainly don't go around proclaiming my gayness to all I come in contact to, but sometime the subject just comes up and I'm not going to shy away from it. I am done being in the closet, I was done with that 13 years ago.
one day I (jokingly) asked her if she would be okay with me donating my sperm to a bank, and she said "absolutely not," and I asked why not and she said "I don't want grandchildren I don't know running around in the world." Of course, I've interpreted that to mean she cares about the genes. :/ It's not like she or my dad wouldn't be supportive (she apparently cried watching Brokeback Mountain) so I've got a little messed up psychological world going on. Another reason I'm not coming out is that there are a number of people who have guessed that I'm gay over and over again and I don't really feel like letting them know they're right because the way they treat the issue is so petty and gossip-y. Of course, I've also found out that a couple of the girls who kept on asking me if I was gay actually liked me, so there's a flipside to that in that if I tell them I'm straight I'm leading them on (or crushing their self-esteem when it isn't necessary). Freshman year I had a girl begging me to take her to homecoming and I didn't know how to handle it (partly because I was young and stupid, another part because I was gay). So there are those casualties. But still.