I suspect that Chandler, being the experienced homosexual he is, in trying to tease out Brandon’s true sexual identity. Often, it’s meeting an older member of our orientation that get’s the ‘Outting’ process going. They are an example of what it is to be actively Out and ok about it. It’s a reason why older Gays need to take more responsibility for being good rolemodels for the younger ones. One thing a lot of us don’t have growing up is good rolemodels to be the best of who we really are. Maybe as things continue to get more normalized for the LGBT community more descent Gay rolemodels can surface to help guide LGBT youth in becoming the best persons they can be.
Dad’s tend to be more cavelier about their sons. Boys need experience and adventure to grow.
Well . . . ChanChan is both wrapped in a Grindr t-shirt! LOL
Thaks Dodger for continuing to follow the story.
May 30, Continued
After Marie kissed me, she was pretty much attached to me at the hip for the rest of the evening. She tried every trick in the book to get me to go back with her into one of the bedrooms or back rooms or bathrooms or closets or . . . whatever room! Didn’t work.
I now know what ‘on the make’ means. Marie is now the best example I have for that set of words put together in that way. I should be the luckiest boy in town having a girl *that* beautiful wanting to drag me off
May 29
“Dude! You gotta come! It’s mandatory! Marie will never let up on me if you don’t come! Come on, Dude!” Jamie’s blue eyes just twinkled and his smile just glittered and the blush in his cheeks was just perfect and still . . . I kept saying ‘No’.
You have to understand, I don’t do parties. I hate dancing! I’m too shy to talk to anyone, much less actually flirt with anyone, and I won’t break my Dad’s rules about alcohol and drugs and stuff. Except for a sip of Piss Warm Beer (PWB)
Love is real, real is love
Love is feeling, feeling love
Love is wanting to be loved
Love is touch, touch is love
Love is reaching, reaching love
Love is asking to be loved
Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
We can be
Love is free, free is love
Love is living, living love
Love is needing to be loved
I did this with my friend Jon when we were forced to part due to Parental orders. Our relationship grew strained and cold after that, but he kept trying to get back together with me. There was more there than just friendship, I think. He was my first sexual experience with another person. It wasn’t ‘Comsitastique’ like the stories, but it was getting there. My Mom broke it off after I reported that Jon was playing with fire and fire arms. He was a dangerous boy, but a passionate one too. I miss Jon to this day.