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I’m A Homophobe And Yes, I’m Gay Too by emeka94(m): 4:41am On Nov 27, 2014 |
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. |
Re: I’m A Homophobe And Yes, I’m Gay Too by emeka94(m): 4:42am On Nov 27, 2014 |
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Re: I’m A Homophobe And Yes, I’m Gay Too by pyyxxaro: 5:28am On Nov 27, 2014 |
So we shud read dis rubbish/nonsense textbook because of someone that's possessed #issorai# 5 Likes |
Re: I’m A Homophobe And Yes, I’m Gay Too by seankay(m): 9:05am On Nov 27, 2014 |
Being gay is an abnormal state of mind |
Re: I’m A Homophobe And Yes, I’m Gay Too by CBNIM: 11:30am On Nov 27, 2014 |
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. 8 Likes |
Re: I’m A Homophobe And Yes, I’m Gay Too by emeka94(m): 1:33pm On Nov 27, 2014 |
CBNIM: Spot on bro. Spot on. Happiness should be the highest denominator in our lives. Not religion or money or any other stuff. 2 Likes |
Re: I’m A Homophobe And Yes, I’m Gay Too by KanwuliaJara: 6:51pm On Nov 27, 2014 |
Re: I’m A Homophobe And Yes, I’m Gay Too by lilmax(m): 7:10pm On Nov 27, 2014 |
Being gay is nonsense |
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