2026-06-02 12:56 UTC
The more I learned, the more I connected. Finally, when I was 16, a classmate among those afterschool spaces kissed me. We made out. He pulled away, and I was left euphoric (and completely erect).
There was no more fear of uncertainty. I knew.
I came out as Bi weeks later, to a chorus of guffaws and eye rolls, including among family and some of the afterschool friends I made as part of the journey.
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@cbharris@poweredbygay.social 2026-06-02 12:59
Mom was silent when I told her. The only advice I remember her sharing was to watch "Frida." Nothing more has been said about it. Dad was grossed out that I wanted to put my penis in another man's butt and then rambled about his gay friends, one of whom died of AIDS. My brother was content. He shared no thoughts. It was no big deal to him. He was cool.