Yes, I was well-closeted (at least, I thought I was). I found out later that nearly everyone I knew figured that I wasn't going to mention it, they surely wouldn't. I wish they had: it might have saved me a lot of grief. I didn't know that there was such a thing as a homosexual other than the queer pervert child molesters who ought to be put to death until after I left my small southern town and went to college.

Hell, no: once I finally cracked the closet door, I hit it with about 200 pounds of C4 !!!

I've been threatened, teased, picked on, assaulted, beaten, kidnapped and nearly murdered because of my sexual 'preference.' I cannot imagine anyone choosing to be gay were it not genetically programmed in his/her makeup.

~ GaySatyr (ABB)

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~ GaySatyr (ABB)

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After I came out, I stayed out. It's been good since. No major issues. Hell no one even dares mention the word fag around me. Guess I scare the shit out of people that way. Kind of lost the nice boy image around the same time I came out.

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kidnapped???

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I knew without anyone telling me that it was okay for everyone to know I "liked" Juan, but that something bad would happen if they knew I "liked" Beth. I quit worrying about it around junior high. I had a girlfriend and you'd have had to be deaf, blind and stupid to not pick up on it. Since she was my first significant relationship, I'd have to say I never spent any time closeted.

Uhh... nah, wanna see the videos?

Yes. But not since 9th grade. People seem to be a lot less threatened by female homosexuality. Bisexuals don't even appear to count anymore, it's cool to go both ways, now.

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