My aunties signed me up to a gay dating website. She wrote everything for me, uploaded a picture and etc. She did all this while I was in the same room as her. She then proceeded to look through the guys on there and pick out the ones she thought I might like. Embarassing just doesnt quite cover it!
My aunties signed me up to a gay dating website. She wrote everything for me, uploaded a picture and etc. She did all this while I was in the same room as her. She then proceeded to look through the guys on there and pick out the ones she thought I might like. Embarassing just doesnt quite cover it!
Okay, maybe it's not sweet. I think I'm influenced slightly by being in environments where people aren't comfortable talking about sexualities which deviate from the social norm, and the fact that I've been so uncomfortable with my own sexuality for so long... Oh, and possibly the fact that before I started going off to Reading and coming back with teeth marks on my neck, my Mum thought I was a sweet young boy who lacked any sort of libido, and that turning out not to be the case made me feel a little like I was disappointing her at first.
's nice to see it treated like a normal thing, I guess.
Okay, maybe it's not sweet. I think I'm influenced slightly by being in environments where people aren't comfortable talking about sexualities which deviate from the social norm, and the fact that I've been so uncomfortable with my own sexuality for so long... Oh, and possibly the fact that before I started going off to Reading and coming back with teeth marks on my neck, my Mum thought I was a sweet young boy who lacked any sort of libido, and that turning out not to be the case made me feel a little like I was disappointing her at first.
's nice to see it treated like a normal thing, I guess.
Treated like a normal thing = Good. Having a family member meddling in your affairs to the extent that they sign you up to dating sites = Bad.
Okay, maybe it's not sweet. I think I'm influenced slightly by being in environments where people aren't comfortable talking about sexualities which deviate from the social norm, and the fact that I've been so uncomfortable with my own sexuality for so long... Oh, and possibly the fact that before I started going off to Reading and coming back with teeth marks on my neck, my Mum thought I was a sweet young boy who lacked any sort of libido, and that turning out not to be the case made me feel a little like I was disappointing her at first.
's nice to see it treated like a normal thing, I guess.
I once spent 3hours looking around a pub floor trying to find a cover thing from my earphones, gave up went to the hotel room and while getting changed for bed, it rolled out.