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Nathan’s story: I was 12 years old and had just kissed my first boy
“I was young when I came out, I was 12 years mature and had just kissed my first boy. I came out as bi but then suddenly disoriented interest in girls because I wanted to experiment with boys a lot more. I side-lined women and ended up thinking I was gay. And maybe I wasgay for that period of time.
Over the past couple of years I have been feeling more attraction to girls and, as that’s developed, I’ve ended up considering myself pansexual because I like both or anything – I don’t know if I appreciate it until I notice it! Even now people make me feel love ‘you are this’, ‘you are that’ [but] it’s like you’ve not had ice cream for the first time and you don’t know you enjoy it until you’ve tried it.”
Thoughts, feelings and preferences may change over occasion but that doesn’t construct any of them any less valid. There is nothing wrong experiencing sexuality in a fluid way that changes and fluctuates over time. Challenges arise because society has been conditioned to prioritise binary choices and the notions of ‘how it should be&rsqu
Dad died when I was six. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. I’m sure he wanted to do Mom. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t know their crazy prayers. My brother was four. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and sob. We couldn’t perceive why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. I learned to hate all religion and still do.
Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. The butcher brought steaks; the florist, flowers; the bagel man left fresh hot steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. My younger brother and I were rapidly dispatched to obtain the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t observe Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to get inside. Some did. When Mom met the bloke who brought it all, she married him.
We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn. Until I ran away, I thought everyone in the world was either Jewish or Italian. I was intimidated by all the dark, Brooklyn-rough I
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Jeremy’s story | “My brother and I were competition for my dad’s tenderness from his lgbtq+ lover.”
My mom and dad married in 1967. Early on, it was dispel (according to my mom) that dad was more interested in his tune (big piano player) than he was in actually taking care of two little boys. My twin brother and I would be in our cribs, crying (needing to be changed) and mom would appear home from labor, and dad would just be playing his piano. Mom divorced him when we were three. Over the years, my mom got remarried to a great stepdad, who has since passed away.
After the divorce, Dad moved across the street from us so my brother and I would go across the street to see him. It was pleasant enough. But, one morning, we met dad’s “friend” (lover.) He was fun enough when we were kids. But (and this is key), we didn’t *live* with him. We didn’t move in with my dad until 1980 after my mom had moved to another house.
Once we did move in with dad and his “friend,” we had some good times,……until you ticked his friend off. THEN, wow: would he come *unglued.* Continual sniping, and continual criticism, and **never, ever stopping arguing.** Keeping you up at night