07-29-2011, 03:01 PM
Why is love between people of different ages being such a huge irritant for many I wonder? It can't be that bad, if it is just mutual love! Now I've turned 20 and I met my first love when I was in my teens, 14 or so.
It was the time when I couldn't feel for sure if those were girls or boys I loved more. That's why I just made a post on an international dating website to make known my intention to meet an experienced man and make it out at last whether I was straight or not. Oddly enough, the answer was quick to come.
That was a male foreigner living in Dushanbe. His name was Daniel, a tall slim American with military bearing (and he really turned out to be a military man of rather a high rank, military attache at the USA embassy or sort of it). So, our first date was at the restaurant where we talked a lot sipping some wine. Daniel said that I shouldn't stay ashamed of my love to same-sex persons. He said, "This is just a common thing in the whole civilized world and only in some backward countries such as China, Russia or Tajikistan people are being so hateful of gays". Relating Tajikistan, he also added that "aversion of gays in the country looks really amazing". During his studies in West Point Daniel took interested in Tajik history and it came as quite a revelation for him that Tajik people, as well as all the other Muslim peoples, had been always prone to homosexual relationship. There were many gays actually among the greatest world minds, such as Harun ar-Rashid, Omar Khayyam and even the Prophet himself (may Allah bless him with the light of his wisdom) who achieved perfection in their relations with men, as Daniel put it.
I blabbed that I was a fan of American music and he invited me to his place to see his collection of disks. My head dizzy with alcohol, I agreed. Of course it didn't come to any disks, but, frankly speaking, I've never regretted this. So we were sort of going out together for number of years and we had lots of fabulous private meetings. You know, he was always tender with me (though at first I had some discomfort and it was a bit painful during sexual contact). He was very generous too, buying some really nice things for me, some of them rather expensive. Fancy, once I got as a present iFon. Only really tough guys had such ones in Dushanbe at that time.
Then unfortunately he was sent into Kyrgyzstan and we had no chance to see each other even on some rare occasions. I have had many really smart guys since then and I guess he's got somebody too. Still I'm basking in the memories of my youth when I met my first love, my one and only, who taught me all I know and who exposed my true nature to me.
It was the time when I couldn't feel for sure if those were girls or boys I loved more. That's why I just made a post on an international dating website to make known my intention to meet an experienced man and make it out at last whether I was straight or not. Oddly enough, the answer was quick to come.
That was a male foreigner living in Dushanbe. His name was Daniel, a tall slim American with military bearing (and he really turned out to be a military man of rather a high rank, military attache at the USA embassy or sort of it). So, our first date was at the restaurant where we talked a lot sipping some wine. Daniel said that I shouldn't stay ashamed of my love to same-sex persons. He said, "This is just a common thing in the whole civilized world and only in some backward countries such as China, Russia or Tajikistan people are being so hateful of gays". Relating Tajikistan, he also added that "aversion of gays in the country looks really amazing". During his studies in West Point Daniel took interested in Tajik history and it came as quite a revelation for him that Tajik people, as well as all the other Muslim peoples, had been always prone to homosexual relationship. There were many gays actually among the greatest world minds, such as Harun ar-Rashid, Omar Khayyam and even the Prophet himself (may Allah bless him with the light of his wisdom) who achieved perfection in their relations with men, as Daniel put it.
I blabbed that I was a fan of American music and he invited me to his place to see his collection of disks. My head dizzy with alcohol, I agreed. Of course it didn't come to any disks, but, frankly speaking, I've never regretted this. So we were sort of going out together for number of years and we had lots of fabulous private meetings. You know, he was always tender with me (though at first I had some discomfort and it was a bit painful during sexual contact). He was very generous too, buying some really nice things for me, some of them rather expensive. Fancy, once I got as a present iFon. Only really tough guys had such ones in Dushanbe at that time.
Then unfortunately he was sent into Kyrgyzstan and we had no chance to see each other even on some rare occasions. I have had many really smart guys since then and I guess he's got somebody too. Still I'm basking in the memories of my youth when I met my first love, my one and only, who taught me all I know and who exposed my true nature to me.
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