someone asked me a question
during my university years i met someone who as introduced to me as 'the gay one'. she sat next to me and we started chatting, she asked me if i was gay. Extremely offended I said no.

Once i was home i asked myself why i was so offended and come to the conclusion that I had some un answered questions to ask myself.

What proceeded was a year or so of soul searchin (getting pissed) and being secretive and depressed.

This particular person was always there for me, she would come and collect me from the pub when i was too drunk to go home, she would listen to my problems, she put up with abuse from me telling her it was her fault i was so unhappy.

Never once did she tell me to fuck off, never once did she try it on with me (no folks she had no alterior motive, this was a pure act of kindness on her part).

She tried to get me to stop drinking my problems away, she advised me to get counselling (which i did), she advised me to talk to my course leaders at uni so that my studies did not suffer.

She was great.

As i write this to share i realise what a big thing this was and am eternally greatful to her as I am now gay and proud.

Unfortunately because i was a great jackass we no longer speak... I cant even remember what I did wrong, so dont know how to say sorry to her.

I am aware that she is very very happy and content and this is the least that she deserves for being the person who helped me to see what was missing in my life.
(jenko83, Sat 4 Oct 2008, 17:07, 1 reply)

good for you!
i've got quite a few gay friends, all of whom have said that, through years of denial and being un-self-aware, they were horrendously miserable. i'm glad you found the courage to search your soul and discover who you really are, and also that you've found the happiness that comes with it.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 4 Oct 2008, 19:36, closed)