08-11-2010, 07:13 PM
I'm in the closet. I want to come out to my friends, but I'm having trouble taking that step. I think the reason I can't come out is because I'm still very confused about women.
The thing is, I don't know if I'm attracted to women, or if I just lust for what they have. I obsess over their soft skin, their lips, their breasts, and their long silky hair. In my sexual fantasies, however, I'm the woman -- I'm the one with the skin, lips, breasts, and hair.
I feel completely torn. Half of me wants to dress like a woman and sleep with men who treat me like one (which I've done often). The other half of me wants to embrace women and drown in their femininity (which I've also done, but it's been a long time now...). If I come out as gay, I feel like I'll be committing to the former and forever closing the door on the latter. That is the crux of my problem.
I believe the solution is to experiment until I know what I really want from women. I've tried that, but it is frustratingly difficult. I actually went to a prostitute in Las Vegas (where prostitution is legal). I couldn't get an orgasm, but she let me run my fingers through her hair and I loved that. I've also tried online dating -- both the casual sex kind and the long-term relationship kind, but I haven't gone past first base with anyone. Those experiences all suggest that I'm not heterosexual at all. Nevertheless, I feel like they aren't proper tests.
I live in a Southern California beach community, and I'm surrounded by pretty, athletic, and tan women who flirt with me (because I'm handsome, athletic, and tan). It is one thing to give up on prostitutes and online dates, but its another thing to give up on these beautiful beach girls. I feel that I can't write the eulogy for my heterosexuality until I've pursued a relationship with one of these women, and that puts me at an impasse. Even though I'd be a good match for these women if I were straight, my doubtful sexuality puts them out of reach for me. They won't be interested in me if they know I sleep with men, and I can't hide that from someone I'm intimate with.
To sum up: I'm reluctant to adopt a public gay identity because of the way I feel about women, even though experience tells me I'm not sexually compatible with them. Making matters worse is that I'm tantalized by beautiful women who find me attractive; and even though I consider them out of reach, I find it difficult to completely shut the door on any possibility of a relationship with them.
I've presented my dilemma here as though I'm undecided about what to do. In truth, I've concluded that coming out is the right thing to do. Coming out is a big and scary step, however, and I need to talk it through. It is particularly scary because I did it once before, years ago, and it didn't go well. I fell into a spiral of depression which didn't end until I moved to a different city and started my life over again.
If I can muster the nerve, I'd like to take the first step tonight. I found out through the grapevine that I'm being set up with a woman (a college professor, no less!) by one of my friends. I'm going to a party tonight, and if I come out to the right person, I think the gossip will spread fairly quickly and put an end to the unfortunate matchmaking.
-TC
The thing is, I don't know if I'm attracted to women, or if I just lust for what they have. I obsess over their soft skin, their lips, their breasts, and their long silky hair. In my sexual fantasies, however, I'm the woman -- I'm the one with the skin, lips, breasts, and hair.
I feel completely torn. Half of me wants to dress like a woman and sleep with men who treat me like one (which I've done often). The other half of me wants to embrace women and drown in their femininity (which I've also done, but it's been a long time now...). If I come out as gay, I feel like I'll be committing to the former and forever closing the door on the latter. That is the crux of my problem.
I believe the solution is to experiment until I know what I really want from women. I've tried that, but it is frustratingly difficult. I actually went to a prostitute in Las Vegas (where prostitution is legal). I couldn't get an orgasm, but she let me run my fingers through her hair and I loved that. I've also tried online dating -- both the casual sex kind and the long-term relationship kind, but I haven't gone past first base with anyone. Those experiences all suggest that I'm not heterosexual at all. Nevertheless, I feel like they aren't proper tests.
I live in a Southern California beach community, and I'm surrounded by pretty, athletic, and tan women who flirt with me (because I'm handsome, athletic, and tan). It is one thing to give up on prostitutes and online dates, but its another thing to give up on these beautiful beach girls. I feel that I can't write the eulogy for my heterosexuality until I've pursued a relationship with one of these women, and that puts me at an impasse. Even though I'd be a good match for these women if I were straight, my doubtful sexuality puts them out of reach for me. They won't be interested in me if they know I sleep with men, and I can't hide that from someone I'm intimate with.
To sum up: I'm reluctant to adopt a public gay identity because of the way I feel about women, even though experience tells me I'm not sexually compatible with them. Making matters worse is that I'm tantalized by beautiful women who find me attractive; and even though I consider them out of reach, I find it difficult to completely shut the door on any possibility of a relationship with them.
I've presented my dilemma here as though I'm undecided about what to do. In truth, I've concluded that coming out is the right thing to do. Coming out is a big and scary step, however, and I need to talk it through. It is particularly scary because I did it once before, years ago, and it didn't go well. I fell into a spiral of depression which didn't end until I moved to a different city and started my life over again.
If I can muster the nerve, I'd like to take the first step tonight. I found out through the grapevine that I'm being set up with a woman (a college professor, no less!) by one of my friends. I'm going to a party tonight, and if I come out to the right person, I think the gossip will spread fairly quickly and put an end to the unfortunate matchmaking.
-TC