In the beginning...

So, I've decided to slowly trace back through from 'the beginning' of this journey for me. Oh and just FYI, this blog isn't completely about my gay life, I will include day to day posts too occasionally :)

Once upon a time....

I believe my earliest recollection of 'exploring' the gay world was when I was 16. I don't think it was an 'A-HA!' moment or anything... it was just a gradual realisation that I was attracted to men. I found myself looking more at Jack then Rose during the love scenes of Titanic... it was just... subconscious.

I began exploring online chatrooms and found this one chatroom called 'Mogenic'. It was fascinating. I was meeting people (online) left, right and centre however it was difficult to meet genuine people who just wanted to chat and make friends.

Then one day... I met a guy who used to be a Mormon! Ofcourse there was an instant connection. In fact we actually met up in real life soon after that and had a LONG chat. Despite the fact that he was totally cute and I had a massive crush on him, I thought there was something special - for once there was someone who understood what I was going through! The struggle between faith and sexuality (although his family had left the Church a few years ago which made his 'coming out' a whole lot less complicated). Long story short, our paths didn't cross as much as I had hoped. Maybe because I was still too confused and conflicted but occasionally we would correspond via email and I did meet him once more after that after my mission which I will get to in a future post. I still remember his invite to watch 'Latter Days' at his house one day which never happened (and I so desperately wanted it to). I did end up watching it though by myself. He (James) did play a huge part in my story because he was the first guy I confided my deepest feelings with.... and he was my first crush. More about him later.

This time was weird for me. I was still active in the Church however I felt like I wanted something different. I felt like I wanted a boyfriend, I wanted to be loved. I began to be quite rebellious (as rebellious as being Mormon can be :P). To the point where my Dad had to sit me down and have a stern conversation with me about where my life was leading and implied that if I still wanted to live under his roof I would have to live the Gospel. It may sound harsh but I guess I understand now why he was so adamant... back then ofcourse I was furious and it made me want to leave the Church even more. This was all before I had confirmed I was gay to anyone in my family.

This leads to the first coming out.....


....to be continued....