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So... this is awkward. So, I'm gay right? Most of the guys know I'm gay. And the way they stare at me, Its as if I was staring at THEM first and they are mad at me for it. Which I wasn't of course, I at least respect people's privacies. But the other day I couldn't help but stare at this guy. Let's call him Sir Robins. He's a chubby jock, really tall, tough looking, strong face, kind of like a very young Christopher Meloni, and he was walking around the locker room only wearing shorts. He's done it twice now and I can't help it but get an erection! I mean, come on, the guy's my type! Anyway, how should I handle this situation with the guys staring at me and me staring at Sir Robins?

Okay, here's the deal. I'm gay, and my gay ex-friend, let's call him Sir Galahad, told me that he thought people having sexual fantasies was disgusting, betraying, and a sin, after I told him I had fantasies involving him. So, my question is, how do I get Sir Galahad to understand that I can't control my desires and that he of all people should understand that it's a natural occurrence?

ok so here's the story. I'm gay, I'm 15, there's a bi-curious boy who knows how much i like him. however he thinks it just sexual. but i like.....love him. I always think about him. i want to spend as much time as i can with him. we were very good friends and still are. i dont wanna ruin it. I wrote a text simply saying i love you however if i send it it could destroy the bond we've formed. i don't want to lose him. If he reacts bad he may lose every idea of maybe experimenting with me (not just sexually, i mean like going out with me also) but if he reacts good we may be closer than ever. What do i do people? What do I do?!!!?

I always wanted to know what it's like to be with a guy that's like way older than me. (I'm only 15) Told you it was weird but here's the story. I always wanted to be with someone who was mature and experienced in life yet we can share a bond more than that of friends. So are these fantasies wrong? Immoral? Gross? I mean like, I want to share my time on this Earth with another man who knows more about the world and about life and of people. I want someone to have meaningful conversations with that doesn't start with OMG LOL or ends with TTYL I<3U or some sh*t like that.

I took a big risk and asked my good friend (who knows I'm gay and knows I like him) if he would let me kiss him and do.....other stuff.....with him. he seemed put off by it at first but then told me he was unsure about his sexuality and would probably experiment like that. what do I do about him? Let's call him Guy X. There's another guy that I like who I know he's gay, even though he doubts himself. (if you knew him you wouldn't question it) Let's call him Guy Y. This guy, I've loved for a loooooooong time. I told him this and he's pretty ok with but keeps trying to convince himself he doesn't feel the same. he told me he can't be gay because that would ruin his dreams of having children. What do I do about these guys?

I took a big risk and asked my good friend (who knows I'm gay and knwos I like him) if he would let me kiss him and do.....other stuff.....with him. he seemed put off by it at first but then told me he was unsure about his sexuality and would probably experiment like that. what do I do about him? Let's call him Guy X. There's another guy that I like who I know he's gay, even though he doubts himself. (if you knew him you wouldn't question it) Let's call him Guy Y. This guy, I've loved for a loooooooong time. I told him this and he's pretty ok with but keeps trying to convince himself he doesn't feel the same. he told me he can't be gay because that would ruin his dreams of having children. What do I do about Guy Y?

Time to vote, gamers, geeks, and nerds alike! Tell me what you prefer! I play RIFT myself and believe it will take World of Warcraft's place in a few years. What do you think?

My semen is kinda clear but the consistency is the same as others I see. (I'm gay, I have experience in this field) (lol) I was wondering if my semen was clear because I was sterile, (I'm 15, pubescent) or if there are just different shades of it. I've seen a lot of bright white semen and makes me self conscious about my own. Just the other day I saw the most adorable baby boy named Jordan and he would giggle and I would poke his belly and wiggle his toes, and it made me think about children of my own (maybe if I'm wealthy in the future I could have a surrogate child) and makes me worry that I cannot impregnate. Little help to put my mind at ease?

I have seen my father's hat fly off a table with no one else around, I hear footsteps, and today my bathrobe, which I had hung on a hook by the entrance to my room last night, was on the floor in a heap in front of my closet door which is on the other side of the room. I know I had a ghost in my old house because I've seen footprints appear in the rug, my cat would freak out, and doors would open then slam shut. I feel a sense of dread when I'm home alone and at night. I can't sleep without my tv on for light and sound. Did it follow me to this house and what should I do?

I'm writing a research paper about John Lennon and I need a .edu or .gov site for the citations, and I need them fast.

whenever I download it (and I make sure I do the correct download) the screen comes up black. I can click things because I hear the clicking noise, but theres no picture. ive never used minecraft before but my brother told me i could sign on to his account. whats wrong with my comp??? how do i get on???

if i leave War to just sit in the ranch at Beecher's Hope, could I then go out on Pestilence in search of the other 2 and when i return War will still be there?

i've been searching and im not sure where to get it. ive got some really good ideas

I don't know, but for some reason I get turned on by the thought of tying down my friend who's in denial and trying to get him turned on by anal teasing, cos he's made comments on how disgusting it is but with a light in his eyes that just screams "I'm lying to myself" am I a sick person? btw, im gay

I gave golbat 71 vivid scents, 3 joy scents, and 2 excite scents, gave him a soothe bell, and had him win a few fights without fainting, and gave him iron and carbos...WHAT MORE WILL IT TAKE?! I PRACTICALLY SOLD EVERYTHING I HAD! it still says that he only is warming up to me

Angry is really an understatement. Fuming is closer. Basically my friend was a homophobe but claims he changed. Before I told him I was gay he'd do things like sit on my lap, mock flirt, and f*cking rub my thigh! He said he was joking around, whatever. When I came out he said he couldn't accept me. He won't let me go near him! He was f*cking crying once and I wanted to comfort him so I put my hand on his shoulder and he jumps away like i just bit him! He claims that he always acted this way and that "guys just don't do that". So me and him are no longer the inseparable "brothers" as we used to call it, and he has a new best friend. Then his new best friend comes out and now he claims that the idea of having a gay friend is awesome and that he "likes it". I'm so mad at him! He refuses to let me near him and yet he allows his other friend to pick him up and hug him! Then another guy comes out and suddenly he's friends with him too! He even f*cking tackled him once for no reason! still no physical contact for any reason from me! "cos thats just weird" Oh, this is the best part, ready? He says his parents found out im gay and want me to stay away from him. But whenever I happen to see his parents they greet me with a hello and a smile.

Sorry it was so angry, what do guys think? do you think I should be THIS mad at him? Do you think he's gay and has the hots for the other guys but is just too scared to come out?

NAMBLA is the North American Man Boy Love Association. Basically older men having sex with younger boys. Normally I'd think that it is wrong because I hear children getting molested. But I've found out that the boys start the relationships. They say that they are happy with the person they are with. Here's the thing, I don't see anything wrong with this. I believe people should be happy with their significant other. If the boys are happy with them then who are we to stop them? It was the same problem before homosexuality was accepted in America. So, LGBT, what do you think? The men say that if at any moment the boy doesn't want to be with them anymore then they will just let it be that way.

I wrote this about my experience in my house.

A ghost story? No. A true story. A story of imagination, I hope. Of horrid, wretched fear. A story of the room on the left. A story of my room. Of my years in this cursed house. A story of my fears becoming reality. You see, I was always a creative person. I adored art and can easily manipulate images with my imagination. I can put pieces together that aren’t there and complete the puzzle. In other words, I can manipulate my own vantage points to images. It’s a great talent that can’t be easily exploited. So I thought…I’ve wasted enough of your time, on to the story. It all starts when I was five years old…

I was thirsty in the middle of the night. Being the brave child I used to be, I went to the dark kitchen without hesitation. But this wasn’t a subtle haunting I assure you, it was violent at the very beginning. I was pushed over by something. I picked myself up only to see a bird’s eye view of the kitchen. I watched myself get pushed over and over and over again, like a horrible movie being rewound. I ran to my room in terror. The dream I had was worse than anything. I was in the living room, it was dark. Only the furniture was arranged differently, and the couch was right next to the kitchen. My mother was sitting on the couch. She was staring straight ahead. Her face pale white and her eyes, horrid empty sockets. That’s not the worst part. In the kitchen doorway, right in front of me, was a big black dog. Its bright red eyes were impossible to look away from. I tried to scream but could produce no sound. As I stepped back I saw that my other was blankly staring at me as the dog advanced. Her mouth dropped open further than humanly possible, I then awoke, in a cold, nervous sweat. Years after I learned that a cop who was caught in a drug ring killed himself out of guilt. In my house.

The night I learned this I heard footsteps walking up the stairs. A few days later I couldn’t help but notice that the basement lights were getting dimmer each day, no matter how many times we replaced the bulb. I eventually stopped going down there. One night I was watching a movie with my parents. The basement door creaked but didn’t open. We were suddenly aware that something was watching us. It crept forward making creaking noises even though the floor was carpeted. That’s when we saw the footprints. They formed whenever we heard a creak. Then they suddenly changed shape. Instead of being long going across it was long going up and down. It stopped there. It was staring at us. We stood there until it moved up stares into my room. Soon after, we moved. I felt relieved to be out of that house and I could put this whole ghost story behind me. However, my basement had a familiar feeling to it. I felt like it was impossible for it to have followed us. Of course until that one fateful night…

I had a dream. A horrible dream. I was thrown out of my bed by nothing. When I woke up I saw that it was exactly 2 am. After that I had a dream where I was lifted up and thrown out of my bedroom. When I woke up from this nightmare I noticed it was exactly 3 am. Remember, this is the same night. Then I had another dream where I was being dragged out of my room and down the stairs. When I woke up, sure enough, it was exactly 4 am. Then I had yet another nightmare, this time I was dragged down into the basement, and the door slammed shut. This night will live in infamy forever. For when I awoke, my eyes were locked shut. I couldn’t speak or move anything. I had a pressing feeling on my chest. I remind you this is a true story. I’m shaking as I tell you this. I fought my eyes open just to be looking into someone else’s. Those horrible yellow eyes are burned into my memory forever. I immediately was able to speak, but not move. I screamed for my parents at the top of my lungs. The eyes faded away as my door burst open. I leaped out of bed and into my father’s arms. The only thing I could manage to say was, “IT’S BACK! IT’S BACK! IT’S BACK!” over and over as I cried. My parents understood immediately but took no action. I noticed my closet door was wide open. It was shut tight the night before…

I had a quick drink and sat in the den alone, watching TV to numb my brain. The couch is very near the door of the basement. The next thing I know I’m running upstairs. I don’t know exactly what it was, but I had to get away from that door. That night I reluctantly went to sleep. This was a bad idea. My dream was worse than I could imagine possible. It was short. Very short. I saw through the eyes of an invisible entity, me, sleeping, in the clothes I was actually sleeping when I had gone to bed. It then opened my door and walked down stairs to the basement and opened the door. There was light, but from fire. A burning pentagon was in the center of my basement. As it neared, I woke up. I immediately realize my door, that was shut tight the night before. Was wide open. I didn’t sleep for days a

I've recently haven't been sleeping at all. The past four days now actually. I was writing a story that I was really getting into. after getting positive feedback i kept writing. i think im just going to curl up in a ball and sleep until tomorrow morning. i just wanted to say that you guys are awesome, you're always there to punch a bigot in the balls or clit, you know what to say to the people on here who really need help, and you know when humor is necessary. Ladies and Gentlemen, you....

...are just awesome...

I don't know what it is about this but whenever I have a gay day dream I dream of my crush only wearing high socks. does this mean I have a kind of foot fetish or is it just like, a sock fetish? cos guys with everything on including socks doesn't turn me on. so....yea...