I'm going to Chicago for New Year's to see Prof. Tim. Bought my ticket. I'm telling our mutual friend, Paul. "Chris isn't that a bit long to stay with Prof. Tim and his partner", he ask. Prof. Tim's partner will be in Mexico and it will be just us two. "Oh dear god, the perfect storm, the two of you can sniffing around brown boys all weekend", Paul exclaims. Tiger Cub? He's up in a tree hissing at me. But something more important is afoot.
I found this blog by a young guy writing about his coming out experience. He's not had many experiences, mainly just in his mind, he dreams of boys all day long, he's turned off by the heavy sexual overtone, he's not into gay bars, he's tried various online chats. He's quite sincere, he's looking for a nice guy, but he's equally tormented by a desire to hide his sexuality and whether it's right or not.
I wrote and he wrote back. I'm not trying to hit on him, but I wanted him to know I cared in some small way and hoped he would find his way, that the only person who had all the answers was himself.
Reading his blog, I realized I am lucky to have TC. He loves me. He's quite comfortable with himself and it's made me more comfortable in everything from being in public together to sex. I'm a different person because of him. He's hung on to me through everything and I to him. We're gonna make it to the next stage I think.
All my young blogger needs is one good experience to happen and his world will open up as it did for me. Happiness could be just around the bend. I hope so for him.
PS I know it's freaking Leopard, I watch Animal Planet!