Nina grew up feeling
that being gay is disgusting, forbidden and
just downright wrong. But to her horror
she found herself attracted to the same
sex. Her sexual attraction to other women
made her loathe, despise and punish
herself. Find out about her struggle to
make peace with herself
“Thanks to my family, I
grew up having a
condescending attitude
towards anything that didn’t seem
“normal.” And being gay would probably be
on top of the list. I was 15 when my aunt
had come over to stay with us for a
wedding. She was changing when I
accidently walked into her room. Looking at
her half naked, beautifully symmetrical
body I let out a gasp of admiration. I
quickly checked myself, mumbled an
apology and ran out.
“I should have
been
embarrassed or
at least sorry for
invading her
privacy but I
smiled fondly, remembering the curves
of her body. I had this urge to kiss her,
touch her, but then this overwhelming
feeling of shame and disgust came over me
almost immediately. How could I feel this
way? Maybe I was mentally sick or was
being influenced by my liberal-minded
friends.”
Punishing myself
“After two years I started dating a boy,
Patrick, who all my friends found attractive
and he was really nice. I mean I liked him
but the kissing, handling and
eventually sex did nothing for me. We went
on for two years. I had become so good at
pretending to enjoy myself during sex with
him that I had convinced myself I was
straight. I would look down on
homosexuals and always had a joke ready
to demean them.
“Then I went for a trip to Mombassa with
some girlfriends. I met Cynthia, a stunner,
at a party and we hit it off. She invited me
back to her room and after a lot of drinking
we started kissing and soon we were naked
and she was making me feel sensations I
never knew existed. So that’s what good sex
felt like!
“When I got up in the morning I hated
every bone in my body and I ran out of her
hotel room and never met her again. When
I came back home I broke it off with Patrick and I was so sick with myself that I took a razor and cut my inner thigh. The prick, the rush of blood made me feel clean again.
Every time I had a thought about another
woman or the urge to act upon my
“twisted” feelings, I’d cut myself with a
blade. It was my punishment for these
seemingly “unholy” feelings.”
Alive, happy and gay

“Over the next two years my thighs had so
many cuts, you couldn’t see what my actual
skin colour anymore! One night after an
encounter with a truly awesome woman, I
came home to punish myself and cut too
deep and almost instantly the bathroom
floor was covered in my blood. I managed
to get the door opened and shouted for my
mom.
“I was taken to a hospital where I regained
consciousness after hours. The police were
there questioning my parents and after I
told them that it was my fault they left. I
came clean to my parents and as mortified
as they were, they decided to have a
daughter who is alive, happy and gay.
“I joined therapy with my parents and
learnt that being gay was not my fault or
wasn’t some disease. In time they’ve
started to accept me and I’m learning to
like and hopefully love myself for what I
am. I still have so much to go and I haven’t
come out publicly either. But I’m optimistic
that I’ll find that special someone to love,
cherish and share my life with – guilt and
damage free!”

The names and places in this story may
have been changed for privacy reasons.
This article first appeared in Kenya’s Love
Matters. It has been republished here with
their permission.
[url]Nina grew up feeling
that being gay is disgusting, forbidden and
just downright wrong. But to her horror
she found herself attracted to the same
sex. Her sexual attraction to other women
made her loathe, despise and punish
herself. Find out about her struggle to
make peace with herself
“Thanks to my family, I
grew up having a
condescending attitude
towards anything that didn’t seem
“normal.” And being gay would probably be
on top of the list. I was 15 when my aunt
had come over to stay with us for a
wedding. She was changing when I
accidently walked into her room. Looking at
her half naked, beautifully symmetrical
body I let out a gasp of admiration. I
quickly checked myself, mumbled an
apology and ran out.
“I should have
been
embarrassed or
at least sorry for
invading her
privacy but I
smiled fondly, remembering the curves
of her body. I had this urge to kiss her,
touch her, but then this overwhelming
feeling of shame and disgust came over me
almost immediately. How could I feel this
way? Maybe I was mentally sick or was
being influenced by my liberal-minded
friends.”
Punishing myself
“After two years I started dating a boy,
Patrick, who all my friends found attractive
and he was really nice. I mean I liked him
but the kissing, handling and
eventually sex did nothing for me. We went
on for two years. I had become so good at
pretending to enjoy myself during sex with
him that I had convinced myself I was
straight. I would look down on
homosexuals and always had a joke ready
to demean them.
“Then I went for a trip to Mombassa with
some girlfriends. I met Cynthia, a stunner,
at a party and we hit it off. She invited me
back to her room and after a lot of drinking
we started kissing and soon we were naked
and she was making me feel sensations I
never knew existed. So that’s what good sex
felt like!
“When I got up in the morning I hated
every bone in my body and I ran out of her
hotel room and never met her again. When
I came back home I broke it off with Patrick and I was so sick with myself that I took a razor and cut my inner thigh. The prick, the rush of blood made me feel clean again.
Every time I had a thought about another
woman or the urge to act upon my
“twisted” feelings, I’d cut myself with a
blade. It was my punishment for these
seemingly “unholy” feelings.”
Alive, happy and gay

“Over the next two years my thighs had so
many cuts, you couldn’t see what my actual
skin colour anymore! One night after an
encounter with a truly awesome woman, I
came home to punish myself and cut too
deep and almost instantly the bathroom
floor was covered in my blood. I managed
to get the door opened and shouted for my
mom.
“I was taken to a hospital where I regained
consciousness after hours. The police were
there questioning my parents and after I
told them that it was my fault they left. I
came clean to my parents and as mortified
as they were, they decided to have a
daughter who is alive, happy and gay.
“I joined therapy with my parents and
learnt that being gay was not my fault or
wasn’t some disease. In time they’ve
started to accept me and I’m learning to
like and hopefully love myself for what I
am. I still have so much to go and I haven’t
come out publicly either. But I’m optimistic
that I’ll find that special someone to love,
cherish and share my life with – guilt and
damage free!”

The names and places in this story may
have been changed for privacy reasons.
This article first appeared in Kenya’s Love
Matters. It has been republished here with
their permission.
[/url]Nina grew up feeling
that being gay is disgusting, forbidden and
just downright wrong. But to her horror
she found herself attracted to the same
sex. Her sexual attraction to other women
made her loathe, despise and punish
herself. Find out about her struggle to
make peace with herself
“Thanks to my family, I
grew up having a
condescending attitude
towards anything that didn’t seem
“normal.” And being gay would probably be
on top of the list. I was 15 when my aunt
had come over to stay with us for a
wedding. She was changing when I
accidently walked into her room. Looking at
her half naked, beautifully symmetrical
body I let out a gasp of admiration. I
quickly checked myself, mumbled an
apology and ran out.
“I should have
been
embarrassed or
at least sorry for
invading her
privacy but I
smiled fondly, remembering the curves
of her body. I had this urge to kiss her,
touch her, but then this overwhelming
feeling of shame and disgust came over me
almost immediately. How could I feel this
way? Maybe I was mentally sick or was
being influenced by my liberal-minded
friends.”
Punishing myself
“After two years I started dating a boy,
Patrick, who all my friends found attractive
and he was really nice. I mean I liked him
but the kissing, handling and
eventually sex did nothing for me. We went
on for two years. I had become so good at
pretending to enjoy myself during sex with
him that I had convinced myself I was
straight. I would look down on
homosexuals and always had a joke ready
to demean them.
“Then I went for a trip to Mombassa with
some girlfriends. I met Cynthia, a stunner,
at a party and we hit it off. She invited me
back to her room and after a lot of drinking
we started kissing and soon we were naked
and she was making me feel sensations I
never knew existed. So that’s what good sex
felt like!
“When I got up in the morning I hated
every bone in my body and I ran out of her
hotel room and never met her again. When
I came back home I broke it off with Patrick and I was so sick with myself that I took a razor and cut my inner thigh. The prick, the rush of blood made me feel clean again.
Every time I had a thought about another
woman or the urge to act upon my
“twisted” feelings, I’d cut myself with a
blade. It was my punishment for these
seemingly “unholy” feelings.”
Alive, happy and gay

“Over the next two years my thighs had so
many cuts, you couldn’t see what my actual
skin colour anymore! One night after an
encounter with a truly awesome woman, I
came home to punish myself and cut too
deep and almost instantly the bathroom
floor was covered in my blood. I managed
to get the door opened and shouted for my
mom.
“I was taken to a hospital where I regained
consciousness after hours. The police were
there questioning my parents and after I
told them that it was my fault they left. I
came clean to my parents and as mortified
as they were, they decided to have a
daughter who is alive, happy and gay.
“I joined therapy with my parents and
learnt that being gay was not my fault or
wasn’t some disease. In time they’ve
started to accept me and I’m learning to
like and hopefully love myself for what I
am. I still have so much to go and I haven’t
come out publicly either. But I’m optimistic
that I’ll find that special someone to love,
cherish and share my life with – guilt and
damage free!”

The names and places in this story may
have been changed for privacy reasons.
This article first appeared in Kenya’s Love
Matters. It has been republished here with
their permission.

[url]thisisafrica.me/im-homophobe-yes-im-gay/ [/url]

So we shud read dis rubbish/nonsense textbook because of someone that's possessed

#issorai#

Being gay is an abnormal state of mind

No one prays to have a child that's gay! But if that makes you happy, so be it. When ever I see how happy and so in love Ellen and Portia are, I truly envy them gay or not. Happiness should come first.

CBNIM:
No one prays to have a child that's gay! But if that makes you happy, so be it. When ever I see how happy and so in love Ellen and Portia are, I truly envy them gay or not. Happiness should come first.

Spot on bro. Spot on.
Happiness should be the highest denominator in our lives. Not religion or money or any other stuff.

That iz alright!

The first stage of coming OUT!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzpP0KbjHU8

Being gay is nonsense