I hate myself more than anybody could imagine. I hate my body. I hate my personality. I hate my strengths and weaknesses. I completely fake it to the world.
Before I was even dating or at all interested in my wife, I had sex with another man. I have regretted this decision every day of my life since.
Somewhere around seventh grade, I told my family I hated swimming. The real reason was just too silly and shameful. I hated having to take off my shirt.
Don't ever pity me or my story. I WANT to do this! I'm always excited to write something new for you guys, even if it's one of the uglier parts of my life.
I don't remember thinking of myself as gay. There was always something wrong with me, and I was beginning to see it.
My middle school years were some of my most difficult times. I started noticing other guys and growing overwhelmed by my first gay feelings.