I’d almost rather die than be celibate for life.
I’m happy my family is fully supportive of me in every way, but sometimes I worry that they don’t fully understand what “gay” really means. They can’t truly and fully accept me unless they understand who I am completely.
Being in a relationship is not only emotional and psychological therapy, it’s also physical therapy. We are physical beings that need hugs, kisses, cuddles, hand-holding, sex, and high-fives (yes!) almost as much as we need food and water to stay happy and healthy.
I understand that parents don’t like to think of their children as sexually-active, but to disregard or shun that inevitability would be ignorant, immature and frankly hypocritical (who likes to think of their parents as sexual beings? Yeah, exactly. Now think of puppies and pizza to cleanse your mind!)
Yet, I just KNOW, without even discussing the topic, that my mom would be disgusted by that tiny, insignificant facet of my identity… well, initially, at least.
Maybe she’ll get used to it… I mean she HAS to, if she wants to accept me 100% instead of just 95%. And I came out over a year ago, sooo, pero like, get used to it. I like dick.