I have one busy Monday and have to go from page 2 to 49...
I am born in 1967, the eighties wasnt a good time to come out..correct.but it was a fun time...end 1989 i came out to my friends..family was difficult...i onces lived together with my boyfriend and my aunt though it was my servant
The nineties were marvellous...was a long time on my own and had lots of fun exploring the gaylife...i am so glad there were no cellphones with cameras back then...
Thank you for sharing. I was/am curious about your coming out story, especially from what you've shared of you life. I just didn't find it proper to ask.
I can't imagine having to come out during the AIDS pandemic, must have been awful.
Every day I am thankful for the LGBT+ individuals who have sacrificed themselves for better times for us all.
Baps and Advent don't quite go together-
Whaddaya mean? Father O'Malley approves... or at least he should...
Has anyone on here had firsthand experience with living with a narcissist?
I had a friend (my only friend) in primary school. He was always nasty, if I didn't want to spend time with him. Sabotage me, be violent, anything to grab my attention.
He was a damaged soul, I won't go into details as it is not my story to tell. I got rid of him, when he did something and sent to a juvenile hall. He has made one call in recent years to my parents house, never stated his name, but asked if I (using my dead name) lived there, to which my father said "no", then my ex-friend hung up. Glad he is out of my life and I have real friends.
On a different matter I fear my mother have strong narcissistic traits. She always wants to be right. She (and my father) gaslighted me, about a time when a neighbour, after an evening of him and his wife drinking wine with my parents, then continuing at their house (his wife and my parents had left our house), came into my bedroom and sat on my bedside and told me about his daughter and how she never felt she could open up to him, and if I had the same problem I could always come to him and talk about secret stuff - he was a creep, passed away a few years ago from a heart attack. He had earned the nickname Kinky Mortician by our family - I was around 13-15 at the time, but told my parents about the incident around my mid-20's and they told me, I must have dreamt it, they never drank with them. It just sickens me to this day.