The Struggle Understanding my Sexuality Hello, my name is Timmy (been called differently so I don't care). I figured out my sexuality a coming of 2 years ago during my senior year in high school. I am gay and currently 19.
The process of trying to figure my sexuality was rather interesting. I was intrigued in feet fetish although I did not understand that myself when I was 14. I just liked feet fetishness. As I entered high school (moved to a new area so didn't know anyone), my hints about my sexuality occurred during my sophomore year when there was a guy in one of my classes I couldn't stop staring at. The experience was odd and I did not understand why. The person had a hair style like the main singer in Relient K. He was a freshman at the time, so his appearance was understandable. I don't remember how long I was able to stop staring at him, but I never questioned why until the occurrence happened again in my junior year. I was staring at a blond short curled hair, blue eyes, and a wonderful skin tone guy. He was in 3 of my classes and annoyed the heck out of me. I thought so myself, "this again?" because every time I he was in vision, I couldn't stop staring at him helplessly. The phrase "can't stop staring" never stayed in my head. After a while into my senior year, I questioned myself why. I eventually found my answer, I was gay.
For me, I haven't felt much pressure since I had a goal, be successful and move on. I tried to come out to my parents, however the outcome didn't comply. I thought ahead of time of not declaring I was gay, but prompted, should boys be with girls only. That day when I prompted the phrase to my mother, I never felt so deep. The whole entire day felt miserable, but I had to put my poke face on to hide my feelings. I went to sleep early than usual to weep quietly; for the first time, I was able to feel pain through my feelings. After that day, a few friends of mine knows my story. This happened a few months ago, so I don't remember when; it's in the past.
Ever since that, I have the vibe of getting pissed at my mother on occasion (taking the dares even if not intentionally wanting to) makes me feel pressured. My home coincidentally feel like a cage for me; I already do not have a real good relationship with my sister (4 years younger), and doing most of the house work that I should be doing. Lazy if you call it, but really... I feel the burden of my tradition and on occasion I really crave for a simple hug. I don't know how long I can endure, but I will for sure I will break once someone shatters my shell. Although I don't feel like this everyday, but I know there's others who feel or experience similarly as me.
I am quite blunt. I will take dares to slight extreme depending what category it is. I like being a chill, calm, or relax person who won't mind criticisms (unless it's very offensive, then maybe). I prefer to have fun and I often metaphorically relate myself as a sea/water/ocean. I won't mind if any of you want to add me; just sharing my story. Ask me questions if you like.
Oh and note, I am single. =;