Fathers & Sons

Relationships between parents and children can sometimes become terribly complicated esp when straight parents discover they have given birth to a gay son for example.

I've seen my gay friends have fights with their dads, I have seen families destroyed all because of someone's sexiual orientation.

I don't want this to happen to me and I am struggling with discrimination every day.

I am proud of who I am and I have had many happy times with other gay guys.

I enjoy str8 guys too but I find gay men to be more open-minded, even more fun if you wish. Gay men are more accessible and talk more, girls love gay guys!

LoL

My dad is straight and he is horrified even of the simple idea of another naked man anywhere near him.

That is not my problem and everytime he makes a hint at me I crush him before he can even finish.

What a successful stratergy.

I had a difficult time with this as I didn't want to insult anyone but you have to be confident of your identity otherwise you will just sink and others will crush you.

That's how the world goes.

Don't let anyone crush you - even your parents. I told them they can't influence me in anyway so better shut up.

My dad is always nagging that he wants me to marry....let him be.

I don't pay any attention to this crab, there are more than enough babies in the world anyone....not even sure if earth will be able to support an ever-increasing human population in the future.

So what are your views on this? What is your relationship with your dad?

Have you come out to your family? What is the best strategy to deal with this huge problem for young people with different sexual orientation?

Discuss & vote.

Ok Meatpie,

The earliest memory I have of my father was when I was a child. I was very young, and all I can really remember clearly is me and my brothers were in our room and he came in, lined us up, and beat the hell out of us one by one, and the others had to watch.

My father was very abusive. He liked to drink, and when he drank rage came out of him and it ended up on my brothers and me and my mother. He used creative "punishments" and continued for years and years.

Then, when I was in middle school, I saw a very beautiful classmate of mine get naked after gym class and shower. Everyone else was stripping, and I saw so much beautiful bodies and cock I had to skip the shower because I had such a raging hard on. I knew then I was gay, and I kept it to myself.

I had gay porn and photos of naked men and videos of gay sex, masturbation, etc. I kept them hidden and then one day I came home from school and my dad was there. He made all of my brothers leave and then he produced the porn, all of it. He asked me why I had these, and before I could answer I was hit so hard my nose was bleeding torrents. He beat me until I passed out. I woke up later, and I could hear him and my mother yelling and fighting about my sexuality, they kept calling me really vulgar names and saying I was going to get AIDS.

I kept it to myself until I graduated high school. I seen as long as I didn't talk about it, my father would stay away and not hit.

Then one day, he died. I never told him but I think he knew.

Kept it to myself until I went to college, and it was my time there that I truly accepted it and did not care what anyone else thought about me. I never asked for it, but it is me and I have to accept that and learn to live being open about being gay.

I told my mom, and I said that if anyone there was angry or hateful about it in the smallest way I would leave and live away from the family. Our family is very close, and they were loving and accepted that I am what I am and I'm happy with it and if none of my family could accept that, I would leave and cut them out of my life forever. Would be hard, but it's true.

They didn't care. They loved me regardless, and for that I am thankful.

My relationship with my father wasn't the best (like I said earlier, abuse (physical and mental)), but there were times when we got along well and I still loved the man.

I never told him about me being gay, but I'm sure if he were alive today and I told him I think he would have eventually accepted that.

I just flat out came out to my family, but I did it when I was ready and nobody could force me to do otherwise. To people out there facing this problem, I would first evaluate your mind and ask yourself this question: What is worse: being gay or lying to your family?

Remember, being gay is not a choice, and it is not something that can be "cured." It is a part of you, and you must accept that as fact. To deny this and try to hide it will only cause pain and long term problems.

As for you Meatpie, I would just tell him the truth. You are gay, you will never be straight, and whether he likes it or not that is just who you are and if he can't accept the fact, it's his loss. You are gay, but so what? I am, everyone on this site is, and we are the same people as everyone else (accept we have more fun cause cock rules!).

Remember, the truth shall set you free.

Amazing that you told your family, how old were you at the time?

I was close to my father - he died 20 years ago, and i still miss him sometimes. I told him I was gay when I was maybe late 20s - he was fine about it. My mum was OK - she said she was fine about it, but you cuould tell she never really accepted it.

I am sorry about your dad DD, was he ill?

Very brave of you to come out at 20.

Very healthy till a few months before he died, then cancer. He was 0, so ad had good innings - but i wish he'sd been able to enjoy huis retirement for longer

What type of cancer did he have? Sounds like it killed him pretty fast.

I am not close with my father. There were both physical and verbal abuses when I was growing up. I was closer to my mother, but not any more. One thing that helped both of us is that I am in a foreign country. I am sorry to say but having the physical distance definitely helped.

I went back 9 years ago, and I wasn't treated nice. I had to stay there for three weeks because I was trying to renew my visa. It was like a hell. And the thing that pissed me was that my mother acted like she was missing me in her own way after I came back here.

I guess some may know and some may not know, but my sexuality is none of anybody's business. Actually, I am kinda okay with the gay part, but I am still having an issue with *this* part. I also don't like general gay guys out there, either. Where is the gay dude with lots of tattoos and some piercings on a crotch rocket who does not act like a typical gay guy? I may die old and alone, but I have somewhat accepted that.

Great you don't live with you parents, it can be hell. I hope I can move out next year.

And have more respect for yourself, necro is not necessarily bad it is different but not bad as long as you don't hurt anyone or yourself.