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  GAY CONDITION IN ITALY
Posted by: gayprojectforum - 09-09-2017, 07:57 PM - Forum: Gay orientation - No Replies

Below you can read a passage of a chat conversation about gay condition in Italy.

Mike wrote: what about gay life in Italy?

Project wrote: what do you mean in particular? Associations? Gay rights? Gay Pride?

Mike wrote: what about normal gay life, private gay life, closeted or not, how can people react?

Project wrote: straight people usually don’t even care about having gay friends, but I mean gays who are gays only in private. Here gays look exactly like straights. In Rome there is a gay street, but gay just because there are bars that show rainbow flag. I think there are a lot of gay guys but there are also a lot of tourists, I’s a street like all the streets full of tourists near the Coliseum. Just on Saturday night there is little gay movida, but nothing excessive. There is also a lot of police but usually nothing happens.

Mike wrote: and at school?

Project wrote: it’s a quite delicate subject. The behavior is very different from a place to another, from a school to a school. Some teachers are really open-minded, and usually teachers are not the real problem for gay boys. For the younger boys the greatest risk is represented by schoolmates, specially between 11 and 13 y. o., because schoolmates are immature and behave like a gang, have introjected all adult homophobic speech and all forms of intolerance of adults, and apply what they have learned in the most violent way and without reasoning. The situation improves much after the age of 14, because boys grow up and mature and start to think with their own brains. Typically, in the last years of school, up to the age of 19, homophobia is still perceptible, but it is not aggressive. In essence, older boys do not care at all about gays. There are also terrible situations of teenagers who came to suicide because they were exasperated by being scorned, especially on the Internet.

Mike wrote: and what about coming out? Gays are yet all closeted in Italy?

Project wrote: well the great majority are closeted. Coming out is a big problem for gay guys, but when I was young no one at all had in mind to come out. All the guys come out with some of their friends they trust, but virtually no one comes out publicly.  It would be like putting a loaded gun in the hands of other people. They will not use it right away, maybe they will not use it for a year or two, but if using that gun may be useful to them, then they will use it, perhaps to get a career promotion or to discredit a colleague in the eyes of bosses. There have been guys forced to change university because the gossip was so widespread that it had become uncontrollable. Even the teachers during the lesson allowed themselves to make allusive jokes and this is just unworthy!

Mike wrote: And what does the Catholic Church say about gays? Because I've read some of your posts on the forum on this topic and I think the environment is really oppressive.

Project wrote: Look, one thing are official documents where the condemnation of gays is clear and strong, and a different thing is the attitude the church demonstrates towards gays in everyday practice. Today, with Pope Francis, the attitude has changed, the pope does not speak more about gays, while with pope Benedict the condemnation of homosexuality was almost daily.

Mike wrote: I have read that in Italy gay marriage has been legalized. Have you ever met gay guys who married in Italy?

Project wrote: It should be clarified that in Italy civil unions that have been legalized can be used by both heterosexual and homosexual couples. Here speaking of "gay marriage" is impossible, because there is a Catholic church, and then we speak only of civil unions, although civil unions produce effects in practice identical to those of marriage.

Mike wrote: But did you know guys who celebrated a gay civil union?

Project wrote: No, I never knew guys that did a civil union. No, sorry, I met one but he did not have a civil union in Italy, but went to marry to Spain where gay marriage is legal, just as it is in France. Nevertheless I know a lot of gay couples. Couples using civil union I think are really a small minority compared to the number of gay couples. Civil unions do not have much success because, even if they legalize a gay union, they do not eliminate the social homophobia that exists and will remain in spite of the law. Gay couples know that for them, in spite of the legalization of the union, it will still be difficult to be accepted for what they really are. Changing laws is just a first step toward full recognition of gay rights, the real problem to overcome is the ignorance and preconceptions that are still widespread and deeply rooted. To overcome ignorance the only useful means is education. Culture is the best ally of gay people.

Mike wrote: Have you noticed changes over the years in people's mentality about gays?

Project wrote: Certainly and very strong, especially determined by internet. I do not know whether it's positive or negative. Thirty or forty years ago the fate for gays was just one: loneliness, now there are so many opportunities to meet other gays, but it's not said that meeting people brings you to meet the right people. It's not easy to build real friendships, and it's even harder to meet the right guy. Nowadays, many gay boys, sooner or later, stop looking for a companion. We all assume that happiness for gays is to create a couple similar to the married heterosexual couple, but it is not said that things are just so, and for many guys it is not.

Mike wrote: Do you believe that a gay guy in Italy can live well?

Project wrote: yes, I believe so, many things have changed here. I would say that the real problem here is not homosexuality but finding a job. Today it is difficult to find a job and keep it. Being gay is quite secondary. However, I think a gay guy, if he can get along with people, can be fine in Italy. Of course, things change a lot depending on local circumstances. Certainly in a big city a gay couple can save their privacy better, in a very small city things can be more complicated. On the other hand, in whatever nation all depends on the people you have around, if you live alongside open minded people then you also live well if you live with unreliable people full of preconceptions then it is better to keep them away.

Mike wrote: Have you ever had any problems managing the Italian Gay Project sites?

Project wrote: No! I had more with English-language sites, where many users responded to my posts about the relationship between gays and religion by quoting Bible passages and reminding me that gays are in the abomination of God. In Italian sites there have never been such things, although in Italy there is the pope.

Mike wrote: Have you ever known in person the guys who contacted you through the Gay Project?

Project wrote: Sure, many times. I can add that in this way true friendships are born that I think will not be lost. Without internet all this would have been impossible, but the most important thing is that all these guys know each other and I think this can be very useful in dealing with life more serenely.

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  GAYS AND DEPRESSION
Posted by: gayprojectforum - 09-08-2017, 11:32 PM - Forum: Gay discomfort - No Replies

This post aims to present reflections on the depression experienced by gay people. Sometimes I happen to meet in chat guys with some serious symptoms of depression, that is, guys who are anxious about the negative visions of their future, guys who somehow abandon a rational and realistic vision of their experience to follow an emotional dimension, seemingly radically rational, which however in any case leads to the devaluation of life, to the foreseeing of a difficult future, if not even anguish, and, in practice, to feel unfit to the world with the consequences that one can imagine.
 
It is the task of psychiatrists to study and treat pharmacologically, if necessary, depression, but in reactive depressions, that is, in those born in coincidence with severe and prolonged stress situations, the intervention of a psychologist and sometimes of a friend, who knows how to handle it can be very important.
 
The real danger of dealing with a depressed guy is that contact can be refused and then the communicative channel closed. I emphasize that depression is characterized by a progressive reduction of interpersonal dialog and affective life. Progressive isolation causes the guy to become more and more self-contained.
 
It must never be forgotten that depression leads to deep states of suffering, which cannot be faced with generic, often strongly counterproductive, exhortations. A depressed guy is not an object that can be molded and modified from the outside, he has his rhythms, his timing, his reaction modes which, from the outside, may seem incomprehensible.
 
Below you will find some recommendations, apparently trivial, but fundamental in dealing with a depressed guy.
 
First of all, the depressed guy must be heard whenever he manifests the need or provides the opportunity of it. In this sense, if you are receiving a phone call from a depressed guy, you should absolutely avoid letting go that opportunity, for example, with the classic: "I’m very busy, I’ll call you." Such a behavior is seen as a substantial unavailability.
 
Calling a depressed guy on the phone to talk with him seriously, except for exceptional cases, is something you should not do because it is an intrusive behavior that defines roles. Instead, it is useful to call the depressed guy on the phone in a colloquial manner, to give him wishes for his birthday or for Christmas. It is in any case inappropriate, unless it is the depressed guy himself who asks for it, to move the conversation to more personal themes.
 
Secondly, in situations that do not involve the assumption of roles, it is absolutely inappropriate to assume a role. The interview with the psychologist is the interview with the psychologist and has a notorious and not equal structure where roles are fundamental. Talking with a friend is by its very nature something equal. It is absolutely inappropriate for a friend to assume a role that is not his own.

The interview should be essentially a form of availability, not a form of inquiry. If the depressed guy speaks spontaneously about private matters, one has to listen to it trying to follow his logic, but if he avoids certain contents, it is absolutely not appropriate trying to force the situation.
 
You have to be careful about finding easily the solution to the problem. Even in reactive depression, the situation is always very complex and simplification attempts are perceived as attempts at banalization and often lead to the interruption of dialogue.
 
The depressed guy seeks first and foremost a listener who does not trivialize and at the same time is not intrusive. The unobtrusive presence of a friend who knows how to stay in place can be useful when it becomes an opportunity for dialogue. It should be remembered that a depressed guy realizes every day that depression isolates him and moves him away from standard dialogues with other people, and this is because the others react defensively, with the abandonment, to the radical positions of the depressed guy and to his tendency to cover the whole life with a thick veil of negativity.

In the dialogue with the depressed guy, elements of affinity and similar experiences, that is, the contents on which a common ground exists, must be sought and valued. The depressed guy, needs to understood that also the one who is talking to him got and still gets more or less prolonged moments of depression. Depression goes away more easily when it is a shared subject, that is, a really common subject between two people, and not just a topic of conversation without common experience. The idea that depression divides, separates and isolates can gradually be compared with the idea that depression can also unite and create synergies.

Judging, opinionated or formal attitudes, are in fact the assumptions for the failure of any dialogue; in a depressed guy, such attitudes only increase the sense of distance and isolation and easily induce a reaction of rejection. Affirmative attitudes should be replaced with possibilist and open-minded attitudes, typical of those who intend to understand, not to judge or provide prescriptions to solve the problem. 
 
The attitudes that sound like an ultimatum are manifestations of aggressiveness. In a dialogue with a depressed guy, the willingness to change opinions, to listen and to try to understand is absolutely crucial.
 
If mistakes have been made and inappropriate attitudes have been taken, the best thing is to apologize and change attitude. Keeping anyway positions on matters of principle means destroying the dialogue, transforming it into an attempt to prevail, giving more value to the logic than to the person.
 
Let's now look at how depression can manifest itself in homosexuals. Obviously the modes are heavily dependent on the age and level of social and emotional integration of the individual. It is a mistake to believe that depression is caused by homosexuality, which is not a mental illness or a predisposing factor to mental disorders. Reactive depressions have similar genetic mechanisms for all people and are related to severe and persistent stress situations, such as long-term unemployment, coexistence, with or without care, with family members in severe health conditions, but also family situations of fierce and deaf conflict, or overwork not linked to an adequate gratification, and so on. Obviously there are severe and long-lasting stress conditions typical of gays, such as those resulting from family outing in a homophobic family, forms of homophobia that manifest themselves in threats and blackmails, the worsening of the coexistence relationship between two partners who have lost any motivation to the couple's life, etc. In essence, homosexuality can ultimately determine the ways of depression, but certainly it is neither the cause nor any of the causes of depression.
 
Depression manifests itself in sexuality with two opposite mechanisms: the first leads to the progressive reduction of sexual life until its complete disappearance, the latter leads to a more pronounced and almost frenetic sexuality, but basically devoid of any real affective dimension; the first mode demonstrates a detachment that has already occurred, the second indicates an evolving process that can still be reversible.
 
Particular attention should be paid to gay couples inside of which one of the two partners shows signs of depression. Even if depression is not due to the stress of couple's life, but simply manifests itself in the life of the couple, it causes anxiety in the other partner, and if the couple is fragile, the anxiety can also break the relationship. When this happens the depressed partner slides into a deeper depression because he feels betrayed in the most intimate affections.
 
In most of the consolidated gay couples, where an important affective dimension exists, the depressive state of one of the two partners pushes the other to wonder what could be done to alleviate the condition of his partner and particularly how to react to the companion's tendency to radical negativity, when this negativity also directly affects the couple's life. In particular, the progressive reduction of the affective element in the couple's life and the progressive reduction of sexuality to physical sex creates anxiety, even very strong, in the non-depressed partner.
 
Expect affective attitudes from a depressed partner similar to those he had in periods when he did not show any signs of depression means to ask him something that in the present condition he cannot give.
 
Couple sexuality with a depressed partner has to be lived in spite of the more or less declared negation of affectivity. Each approach that sounds like an ultimatum ("You must change, or our relationship is over") is radically counterproductive.
 
The partner who loves his depressed companion, despite the depression, will do well to adapt to him and especially staying close to him and avoiding to boast ("I'll stay close to you anyway!"). Proximity must be a matter of fact, a thing taken for granted, in practice a prerequisite on which there is no doubt.
 
You must never forget that depriving your partner of any sexual contact because of his depression means doing a violent gesture. Couple's life, which in any case still maintains an affective dimension, at least in part, is one of the few effective embankments to stop the spread of depression. 

Words and speeches in general are likely to complicate things. The affective communication, which is fundamental in a couple, is the physical one and so must remain for more reason in the presence of depression signals.

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  LOVE STORY OF AN OLD GAY MAN
Posted by: gayprojectforum - 09-07-2017, 05:36 PM - Forum: Gay seniors - No Replies

Dear friends of the Forum,

I'm here to make you a trust. I feel tired, sometimes tired, annoyed. This morning I was not good, I had some bad times and I felt the clear feeling that the game was over or nearby, a thing sudden, they made me sat, brought me a glass of water, then, rather quickly, it's gone ... I've been better. At least roughly I think I know what it is, it's an unpleasant things but a thing I should be able to live with, even though the confidence in my physical possibilities comes out rather very downsized. How the horizons change when you have to face these things! Once at home I also answered an email from my sister. But after that I felt disheartened. Sometimes I happen (it happened recently) when I'm in chat to lose control and, I would say, to lose the common sense, and I let me get involved in heated and out of place speeches in essence I become aggressive and not respectful of my interlocutor who is another person, sometimes very different from me from many points of view ... but I easily forget these things ... and I should not ... certainly should not.
 
Sometimes I feel discouraged and I have the obvious feeling of not being up to the situation. Things are much more complex than I expected them to be. I'm doing these days a reality bath to get out of my gay mythology and advance a bit in real-world knowledge. I realize more and more that I have a limited perspective and a short view, basically being old and seeing things as the old man see it. And just for the old gay men I wrote my daily post tonight. After all, that is the side of the gay life I know better.
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How much young guys there are in town in the morning, there are schools, universities, offices. The world is full of boys. They are beautiful, undoubtedly, they are the hope for tomorrow, but we are old, we are the gays going to sunset, those who have to accept that it is no longer time for them to fight and their day is turning to sunset. It is not a problem of gay or straight, for us now the problem is that of the relationship between old and young people, the problem is how to be accepted, not as gays, but as old men, to be accepted by the young people, by the boys, be accepted in order to feel ourselves useful, to feel alive for a while. But it's not easy to be accepted ... because we speak an old language, because we remember old things, that make sense only to those who lived them. Memories of life, or of non-life, or of shadows of life, things to which we have given the sense of reality just repeating them again and again ... when we speak about ourselves we are rediscover and re-invent ourselves, but the past is a sad time. As Pasolini said: Just living, just loving counts, not having loved, not having lived. This is also about the condition of the old men and in particular of the old gays excluded from the present. The lucky ones are few, and when I say lucky I mean those who are not completely alone, others have to get used to living with loneliness. A boy finds friends, but an old man is irascible, bizarre, unfriendly and keeps away friends before they approach him. Being old gays ... ok ... those who have lived at least have something to remember but most of us have nothing to remember, fantasies, certainly ... totally unilateral dreams, but real human contact ... very little, the affections ... if can be called affections are so sublimated that they become evanescent. Living at sunset is just accept what will happen, there is nothing to build. It struck me a story of a gay old man, my friend Guido, he is 78 years old ... his story is both beautiful and terrible at the same time. I refer to it in the very same way Guido told me it in a few words. Guido has always lived alone, at 64 he retired, and has continued to live alone, has no close relatives, in practice he has nobody at all, only an old dog to keep him company. One day Guido went shopping at the supermarket, slipped and the femur broke, at 75 he was forced to stay alone at home. He turned to a volunteer association and sent a gay to assist him. The guy was 31 years old. In short ... Guido fell in love with this guy and the guy understood the situation but continued to go to Guido's home, and they formed a real friendship between them. That guy was not gay. Guido after a few months started walking again, first badly, but then things started getting better, until he became independent again, the guy went on to find him also when it was not strictly necessary. Guido was happy, for the first time in his life he felt loved, but unfortunately things have gone bad. After a few months the guy died in a car crash. The whole story lasted 24 months. Now Guido is newly alone at 78. The love story that he has lived between 74 and 76, paradoxically, has strengthened his desire to live. He talks about that guy as the son he wanted to have, he talks about it serenely, but the presence of that guy and his sudden death left Guido an indelible trace.

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  GAY SON AND ABSENT FATHER
Posted by: gayprojectforum - 09-07-2017, 12:23 PM - Forum: Parents of gay boys - No Replies

Good morning, Project,

I've read some of your blog pages, those dedicated to gay parents and have opened my eyes on many things, but I would like to have a chance to talk to you a bit, because I think you can help me to find the right way. I summarize here my story, but I would prefer to go deep in private.

I'm 46 and I'm married for 21, my wife is 44. We have only one son, I'll call him Luca, who is now 18 and will take his school-leaving examination the year that is about to begin. I would say that my family life has never been quiet. At the beginning my relationship with my wife was good, Luca was born and everything seemed to go the right way. I've never been too expansive, but I considered my relationship with my wife something very important for me. I and my wife got along well within our relationship, then  my in-laws stepped in between us.  They are of a social and economic level much higher than mine. The convinced my wife that the relationship she had with me was not the best, and that she deserved much more than that. etc. 

The misunderstandings began, always amplified by the in-laws (I had already lost my parents at that time). My wife began to attend an old unmarried friend of hers, this thing made me feel bad but she did not care about. When Luca was four, my wife asked for the separation as a first step towards divorce. I did not want it because there was my child and I did not want to separate from him. The apartment where we lived belonged to my in-laws. I told my wife I would not allow her to have a consensual separation because she only wanted to be with her friend and that was just the reason for the separation. I actually think that the real reason was that she felt frustrated by having married a man like me, which was clearly not at her height. 

We still lived together but it was an unbearable thing. We ended up in court, she had the means to substantiate her reasons, I had never thought of getting proofs of her relationship with her friend because doing such a thing repelled me, she shamelessly denied everything and I was considered as a psychopathic husband and father. In conclusion, Luca was entrusted to her, I had to get away from home and I also had to keep up my son. I went to live in an apartment far from the center and far from where I worked and was forced to spend hours and hours on trams and buses I did not even have a car. 

I was allowed to meet my son periodically, he used to spend with me some afternoons, and I had the impression that I would definitely lose him because he was acquiring the mindset of my wife and of my father-in-law, always asking for things too expensive, perhaps when he was with me, he felt exiled from his golden paradise, let's say that this plagiarism went on as long as Luke was about 16, then I began to realize that something was changing. When he had his sixteenth birthday, I gave him an old style leather football ball, it was the best I could do. He was happy and told me something I never imagined, so he asked me to take him to my house. Since he never came to my house it was all in a disastrous situations, as it may be the home of a man who has no free time. Luca, with my great embarrassment, saw that I had his pictures everywhere, then he said to me, "Dad, here we have to do some cleaning!" It was the first time he called me Dad! We did two laundries and then we hang out everything, then he wanted us to go to hard court near my home to try the ball, I was in the door and he would kick penalty kicks and kicked them with great force. It was the first time I really felt the presence of my son. 

Because of playing football with me he was all dusty and his shoes were ruined but he said smiling, "Well! Better! "I brought him back to his mother but I did not go up as usual, we hugged (for the first time) under my wife's home. As time went on things got better and better, the fact that I did not have money was no more a problem, but somehow he considered it as a merit. About a year ago he began to tell things that I would never have expected, he told me that once he has grown up over 18 he did not want to stay with his mother because there were misunderstandings between them and he thought they would never be exceeded, then, always avoiding too specific subjects, he told me that the mother thought he was a little neurotic and had sent him, practically by force, to a psychologist who was her friend, and added, "but nobody can brainwashing me!" Exactly the day of his  eighteenth birthday, he called me and told me he'd be home at about 4pm. I waited for him, I did not know exactly what would happen, he came to my house with a purse and in practice settled in my home. In the evening he told me, "I have to talk to you seriously" and there he told me that he was gay, that his mother had discovered it and that she had done a lot of absurd things to make him change sexual orientation, from economic blackmails to marginalization. I asked him if he had a boyfriend and he told me he had never had sex with anyone but that he had taken a "serious crush" for a friend of his, probably heterosexual. I told my son only (and I was crying) that I was so happy that he trusted me up to that point and I could not say a word. He was the one who hugged me very close, then took my head in his hands and said, "I know I'm really lucky!" The next day we went to Ikea and bought a sofa bed to put in the lobby, to let him have a bit of privacy. According to what I had thought he should have the room and I should settle in the lobby, but he did not want to know anything: I had to remain in the room. 

My wife has started divorce practices and this fact for me is liberating. When we were together by the lawyer, the lawyer himself insinuated that I had taken my son off to his mother playing on the fact that he is gay because I would have allowed him to have sex in my house with his friends. 

I swear on my head that I knew from my son that he was gay only after he had been 18 years old and that something like the one I had heard from the lawyer would never have come to my mind, anyway my wife did not scruple to tell the lawyer the private facts about her child, deforming them entirely, which seems to me to be shameful and hateful. 

Anyway, shortly there will be no relationship of any kind with my wife. As for my son, now that we know each other well, I know he is a great guy and he has not been corrupted by money. Project, I need to seriously understand what it means to be gay because I have a gay son, who is now a grown-up guy, and I want to be a good dad, because my son loves me and this is for me the most beautiful time of my life.

Sincerely [signed mail]

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  A GAY BOY BETWEEN DREAMS AND REALITY
Posted by: gayprojectforum - 09-06-2017, 04:16 PM - Forum: Gay discomfort - No Replies

Dear Project,          

I’m maybe just a little boy (twenty-one) still naive, but I want to continue to dream of having a decent life and also of finding a guy who loves me well. When there's a guy whom I like and who makes my heart beat, my life is really upset, I always think about that guy, it's as if I always had him in front of me. My friends tell that I'm too romantic, and I'm really so. I also come to cry at night but not for my loneliness but because I think that that guy can be alone while he might be with me. Maybe that guy would not even want to stay with me, but I go on fantasizing about him, I build all the talk I could do and that one he could do, I study the attitudes I should take to make him comfortable and so many other things of this kind. A few months ago I fell in love with a guy, I had done a thousand searches on him, I also dah searched for the smallest traces he could have left in Internet and in practice I had find many elements of his life, then, in the end, news that did not have to come, came like a lightning strike. In his profile, he stated he was straight, and became crazy for a girl! For me it was a catastrophe, a dream was shattered. I had believed in that dream, I had thought it was realistic, and instead he “became crazy for a girl!” Until now my life has been completely devoted to study, but not just for college, I really enjoy reading and reading everything. From scientific journals to poetry. I filled my house with books and read them almost all. I have few friends, I should say I have only two, because it is objectively so. They do not know I'm gay and they will not know for sure. I wonder every day whether my wishes will ever become reality and I have the terror that time passes and that nothing concrete can be achieved. For the moment I can only fantasize because I'm too much afraid of reality, or, I'm too much afraid of those disappointments that, according to what I read in your forum, depress many guys, I’m afraid that such disappointments can, before or after, arrive for me as well. For the moment I'm waiting, I do not know exactly for who or what, and I try to avoid dreaming too much, I try to build an alternative life, where there is no boyfriend, no gay relationship, no gay friendships, but there is something different like study, work, personal commitment. You can also live a life without real gay content, in the end being gay is not everything, it does not define the individual, but it's just a quality.

I have my friends, and I think they are all straight, I know their girlfriends, they do not ask me questions and I do not ask them. We are talking about things that only affect me marginally, but to overcome the sense of loneliness it’s enough.

There is another question that seems unimportant, but it is decisive: I'm not the classic Californian gym guy to put on the front page, no! I'm a very normal guy, so to speak, and maybe in some ways even a bit below the average. I have had complexes on this since I was a little more than a child. I've never been to a gym, especially for the fear of the dressing room, which is my great fantasy and also my great fear, because there you can see naked guys, but you also have to be naked, and I could never do this.

I have often asked myself whether my being shy and pudic is not actually derived from the fear of sex, but I do not think so. I think that with my boyfriend I would have no problem, but I should need love, true love, I should feel good with him. I could never have sex with a stranger, not even if he was the most beautiful guy in the world, my dream is a sweet boy, who strives to understand me and to love me, who is not ashamed to tell me it, and who do not think I can be useful just for sex, but I hope he could be interested in my person as a guy who has problems in all fields. When I write these things I feel naive, terribly naive. I think that in the gay world there are a lot of people less more complicated than I’m, and I think that it is right that those people can see their dreams come true, and then I am sorry for my destiny, that I see, unfortunately, as a fate of solitude. I have no courage, I think long before acting, and often, after thinking a lot, I do not act at all. I never take the initiative, I expect that things come from outside but I also know very well that such an attitude will not produce anything good.

Before sending you this email I thought about it a thousand times, I wrote it many times, corrected, modified, I weighed the words, I was careful, almost maniacally careful not to put things that could put my privacy at risk but still now I do not know if I'll send you the mail. And I do not even know what to expect from you.

I confess that I'm afraid but also anxious to see what's going to happen.

I stop here, before that little bit of courage left behind could vanish. Thanks for everything.

R.B.

PS: If you think it could be useful for someone, please, public this mail. I do not think it could put my privacy at risk.

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  A PERPLEXED GAY GUY WHO TRIES TO UNDERSTAND
Posted by: gayprojectforum - 09-05-2017, 10:59 PM - Forum: Gay couples - No Replies

Dear Project,

why did I decide to write to you? It's simple: reading your forum I've noticed sometimes your perplexed answers. In other gay websites, apart from those of easy sex, there are ideological assumptions, not political or religious, but ideological in the sense that for them gays have only positive aspects, gays are altruistic, educated, true friends, you can always trust them, etc. etc ... You, on these things, are much more elusive or, let's say better, cautious.

I'm just 40 y. o.; it is said that forty is the age of the crisis, yes, it’s possible, I know, but for me it is still the time of the first general evaluation of my life. I have lived a long story with a guy I will call Salvatore (Savior) because I really considered him my Savior, and I thought I loved him. But now, however, Salvatore has followed other dreams, because he wants to "restart his life" at 42, wants, as he says, "make a new life". The signals had been so clear and for a so long time, that when he explicitly stated that our story had come to and end, I was not in any way upset, I was waiting for such a thing and I can say that I considered it a form of liberation.

Then I thought about him: 18 years with a guy, 12 of whom lived together, and I did not understand anything about him. I do not consider him a bad guy because he is not at all, but he is very different from me, not better nor worse, he has his fantasies, his inner ghosts, his fixations, as we all have, yet after 18 years I realize I have lived with him only on the surface. At the beginning (I talk about many years ago) I supposed that I would be able to make him happy, and then slowly I realized that it was not so, and it would never have been so.

It could look strange, but the only thing that worked between us was sex, but we had to do it in silence, if by chance we started talking, it ended badly. Sometimes he was angry for a word that for me had no meaning. With him I could not speak of tenderness or sweetness, because behind these words he saw an attempt to tie him to me with an affective chain. 

There was only sex between us. Sometimes I did not know how he could get angry for things that seemed to me to be of no weight. During the sex he wanted me to do everything he said and for me no problem at all, but he also wanted me to tell him things that seemed to me just a recitation and, I add, a stupid recitation, but if I did not tell him what he wanted to hear, he looked at me angrily and this destroyed the whole moment of intimacy. Probably the things he wanted me to do were related to parts of his life I never knew, but if it’s really so I will never know. I ended up looking for various pretenses for not having sex with him, that is to say, not to avoid having sex, but to avoid quarrelling for absurd things. He's still a pretty guy, even though he is not twenty, and he does not seem old to me, but for a long time I've been probably an alien to him, except for sex without saying a word.

Sometimes, especially in the early days, when we did not live together, he was very insistent, looking for me, sending me messages, I thought it was for affection, I thought so for years, but probably such things were only means to get sex with me, an idea that at first, for him, was almost obsessive. In the end each of us made the other the second protagonist in the story he wanted to live. For me, he was the boy in love who expresses himself through sex because he has the trouble to express himself in words. For him, I was the inhibited boy who does so much talk because he hesitates saying that he likes sex too much. There is no need to say that both interpretations were absolutely wrong.

At the beginning we told about everything, even about what was happening at work, then we ended up saying nothing and when I talked about something important for me, he listened out of education but basically was indifferent. A friend of ours had had great health problems, I felt worried and upset, he was basically indifferent. when I tried to talk to him he told me that chatting about such things does not help anything and that things go as they have to go. This answer froze me a bit even if I know it's basically right. One day the argument of betrayal came out and I asked him if he had ever betrayed me. The answer was clarifying: "When I was with Luigi, you did not have scruples ..." It does not bother me that he betrayed me but that he did not tell me if not when our story was practically over. Who knows how long he has betrayed me and with how many guys ... and I did not understand anything. But why keep such an ambiguous position? He could leave if he wanted to. Maybe for the house? The house is rented on my behalf and all the utilities are headed for me, but we have always shared exactly the expenses. He does not have trouble with money, works a lot and earns well, and if he would, he could easily buy an apartment. 

I believe that monogamy is essentially unthinkable for him, he feels not betrayal just as betrayal, he tends to keep more relationships at the same time. I'm not angry or furious with him, I'm just puzzled. He is not here for a couple of weeks now, but I’ll be not surprised to see him come back home. Such a behavior would put me in trouble because I would not know what to do with him, but I hope nothing like this happens and that time also fades his memory, though inevitably that memory will remain. As for me, I do not have the least intention to look for another guy. My gay couple experience has be done yet, and has nothing to do with fairy tales, it's a human experience like many, it’s just my experience (and of course, also his). Now I want to be alone, I want to think about work, to organize a life based on other things and maybe to do something good for my neighbor, but nothing more gay. For the moment at least, the argument is frozen.

Sometimes I think of a strange thought: if I was forced to stay with a woman (which was also possible because I was not entirely indifferent to the girls) maybe I would have older children now, I would have a life that makes sense. I understand, maybe I might have a nice divorce behind, but it's certain that as a gay, the result is almost a debacle. I dreamed of an affective life but I have had only a sexual life, yes, but I have never had an affective life. Now I have passed the season of love, I feel neutral, basically indifferent. I would just have the curiosity to know if others have done well. At the end, I did not go wrong, it just ended up in smoke and I cannot even say I'm sorry.

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  GAY COLLEGE GUYS
Posted by: gayprojectforum - 09-05-2017, 07:16 PM - Forum: Gay guys - No Replies

No clouds, no fog, no raining, it’s a very lovely day, sun, light, warmth, everything good. No many people in the sidewalk, no hurry, no crowd, no traffic. It’s a fantastic Sunday morning, near campus just few boys scattered on the big green lawn, some of them stretching, others jogging, someone just hanging around or chatting with some friends. It’s very good living over here for a boy my age, just a freshman out of school, with so many ideas to follow, searching for nothing else than to live his own life. Well! The life, my own life… easy to say, very difficult to do, my life nevermore will be a family boy life, now I’m in a new city, my parents, brothers, sisters, cousins and also friends, or if you like better boys that had to attend the same school I went to, are very far from me, not only physically but also, and I would like better say above all, psychologically.
I’m, so to say, a new boy, no more school, college is different, no loneliness, no sadness, only new goals to achieve, new chances to get and perhaps new friends to get in touch. I would have rent a flat but I haven’t any money, my parents only allowed me to stay in a dorm near the university, but it wasn’t for greed, truly they don’t have money. Therefore, I’m not disappointed of that, it’s obvious, not against me but, if you like, to give me a possibility, the only possibility, to get out of my family in order to try a better chance. Now I’m alone, that’s right, but for the first time in my life I’m a free boy, I’ll have to deal with so many new things, but I would also feel the eager sensation of freedom, no control, no get back at that time, no being called for this and that, no obligations, no rules, only a new world to experiment, full of hope, of happiness, I think, perhaps also of dangers and so many other things I still don’t know at all.
I only have to go to the dorm, get some information, put down my luggage, check my room, my new room, my only room, because I didn’t have any room before, then would put my clothes on the shelves, take a shower, go walking here and there, and wait, wait for tomorrow for lessons to start, for my new life to start.
I just got to the dorm office, a secretary gives me a form to fill, name, phone number and so on, I fill it with care then give it to the secretary, she prints a second form with the rules of the dorm then gives me it and a rigid plastic ticket with my name printed on and also the keys of the room, she didn’t tell me anything about roommates or no roommates and I didn‘t ask her. I’d liked better a single room? I don’t think so, I’d liked better to have a roommate in order to chat with, to have a fun time, to speak about so many things. I’d liked better catch the lift but the lift is out of service and I have time and stress to spend to get to my room on the ninth floor. I’m sweaty, my heart is pounding fast, but now I’m finally on the ninth floor. Room 987… where is it? No, not over here, perhaps over there, no, neither… what a big building! Terrible! Nobody in the corridor never in the hall, never in the services, nobody at all… it’s Sunday… well… yes… it’s Sunday, perhaps I would stay alone all day long… that’s not a good thing… Oh! Finally! 987… my room… the key, the key, the key… where is it? In the pocket… in the bag… no… goddamn where are you shit of a key! Finally! … That’s not so bad… two beds, no luggage, good! Good panorama… I can see ten miles long… just a little windy, too much sunny, perhaps too much light… but better so… and… no bathroom? No… no bathroom… that’s not so good… no, no… but as usually I have to stay quiet, as usually there’s nothing to do. No flat, only a room, a two-bed room in the dorm… that’s perfect… no money… much more stress. It would have been good to stay in a big flat with a king bed, with a kitchen, with a … with a bathroom… no, other things are not necessary but the bathroom… take a shower with no worry about too much warm water to be wasted… use a big bath tube like the ancient Romans, stay in the bathroom for hours, in the warmth, in the steam… but stop dreaming! I’m here with no lift, no roommate, no bathroom… that’s the beginning of my new life… very awful beginning… I hope it would be better tomorrow… now cloths in the closet, right, shoes near the bed… witch bed? This or that? This would be better, from here I could dominate everything in the room, my roommate would be in full light, I could se him and he couldn’t see me… no, he could see me also… no, better the other bed… from there… no… better the first one… yes, yes, better the first one… and witch closet? There is a key on this one, no key over there, but this one is near the other bed… I have to change them, yes, I have to set this one over there and that one over here… It will not be a big weight… no, it’s easy, not so difficult… well now it’s better, and I have to put everything in my, very my, closet, and use a key… and he has to use the other closet with no key and perhaps I can inspect everything, his clothes, his books, letters, no privacy for him, everything in sight… good, good, good! What have I to do with a key? I’ll keep it? I’ll hide it? And where? Out of the window? No, very strange site… under the mattress? Very obvious… Perhaps it could stay over there… or not? Better keep, yes… better keep! And now? … goddamn! Nothing to do… get downstairs, go for a walk… or stay waiting for my roommate? Big problem to deal with… Downstairs, that’s right… no lift but I can’t stay here waiting for someone who could exist or not… downstairs!
Got out of the room pushed the button for the elevator… and the lift was working. Good, good, good! … Things are going to turn well!
I just arrived on the ground floor and I saw someone in the big hall, two guys in particular, talking about lessons, professors, they seamed very polite, gentle, not like many college boys. I’m astonished students are like that? No… at list usually not… strange, very strange… with boys like that it’s impossible to fooling around… they are so perfect and also so out of touch… it would be very difficult to get in touch with them… Mark, Mark, … you could have chosen a better place, too much pride here, no friendship… keep patient… perhaps it’s only the surface, the academic year didn’t start yet… tomorrow, tomorrow… better get out of here better the fresh air, better … and now, where will I go for dinner? … From Monday till Saturday it’s possible to have a dinner in the dorm cafeteria, a fast dinner with all the students, but Sunday no cafeteria service, Sunday you have to go to the restaurant or simply have a sandwich… people who have money go to the restaurant… other people like me… obviously… have only a sandwich… in order to save money, you know, that’s very difficult for a poor family guy to study, college was and is still now only upper class school… I have to stop thinking… here in America no money no future! That’s the simplest equation; there is no way to escape… that’s regular… like I was born like I have to die. Sunday morning, a shining morning, good! Very good!… Go to a sneak bar, to Mc’ Donald’s? I don’t know, it’s only 9.10 I’ll have to wait till lunch time… or better go to the supermarket just buy something to eat, save money and then go back to the dorm, I would bring there something to eat… perhaps I could find my roommate if there is one… Probably he will arrive in the evening, in late evening in order to save vacation time, but he could also arrive tomorrow morning, it would be even better… clearly for him… but I could also go back to the dorm straight now and take a shower, a shower with nobody around, it would not be like what I was dreaming about but at list it would be a shower… and after… newly to wait, to do nothing till tomorrow morning… no, the shower can wait… better go downtown… but this is not a big city, just schools, hospitals, but not for sick people, only hospitals for students, … There are also good trees over here, trimmed like my head… we are going to the cold season… o my God! … I’m very silly, no… very stupid… worst, I’m only a peace of shit … boys, be careful not to tread on me! … Boys like the two I just saw at the dorm, sure, don’t love to be in the shit! They are polite, the are gentlemen… I’d better to keep out, better nothing than being kicked out by boys like that… I’m complaining that I have no money … I’m pathetic! They have money! Just this! I’ve not… that’s all… simple, very simple… I’m a shit, they are shoes… they go to the restaurant, they arrive late, just in time for bed… and they are those who live in the dorm, I can imagine how are those who live in rented flats or better in big houses, with gardens, big cars, much money, a lot of chicken… and so on… For them I’d be less than shit or rubbish… Upper class boys… Horrible! … And also neither a water fountain, I’m thirsty… and I can’t find any fountain to drink… I would have to buy the water… not a mineral water, simply the natural one… everything to bay, if you have money, no problem, if you have not you mast die thirsty… simply, regular, nothing strange! I could drink the rain water but it’s sunny and I have no time to wait for the rain … I could drink the toilet water, not that from the sink but exactly that from the john… I’m a shit… isn’t it? No worry! I’ll go to the supermarket straight now… if it’s open, if not, I’ll go back to the dorm… and if there is someone like the two boys I just saw… I could kill them… the shoes that crushes the shit! I’m perverted, mentally perverted… no… I’m just a lower class boy that has to wait till tomorrow morning with just a little money… little money little respect, little … just everything is little for me… a little peace of shit… gals like money, gals don’t like guys, they like money, restaurants and so on… and guys don’t like gals, they like good food, to be served like a boss, they don’t like parents or grandparents they only like inheritances, houses, cars, power, money… they, they, they… yes, and what do I like? … No… better to stay quiet… I like something and like it very well, but it’s better to stay quiet… And my roommate? Fat, noisy, worst nosy, and also smelling bad, sure he’ll be like that, another peace of shit, at list we’ll be just two… upper class society “Shit & Shit Company”… better nobody than a roommate like that, or worst like the two I just saw. Goddamn! Closed! … I’m very lucky, no water, no food, nothing at all… restaurants, yes too many restaurants and very crowded too… but no money no restaurant! Everything is for upper class guys, noting for me, just fresh air, just go walking up and down, down and up with no food no water, no money! Always the same… nothing to do… better go and take a shower, it’s already paid, I already paid money for the dorm, for the shower, for the… My roommate, if there is one, could also not have much money… that sounds better, lower class society “Deprived & Wretch Company”… it’s 11.00 I go to take my shower… Nobody, like last time… good! The lift works! 180 stairs saved! Nobody neither in the ninth floor… nobody till the room 987… and now the most important question… did he arrive yet my roommate? … one, two, three… open! No! Nobody neither here… well… better get a shower… what will I do? Get over there clothed and disrobe in the locker room or go in my bath suit? … No! I have to change in the changing room, if there is one… the soap… the necessary to brush the teeth , to comb, to shave… that’s all, better I go… everything is quite… good facilities, big, well cleaned, but over all very big, big shower space with twelve heads… twelve! Strange! But how many guys live here? There are one hundred rooms in each floor… one hundred! Twelve heads for about one hundred guys, it will be impossible to take a shower in the morning… perhaps they would be less than one hundred, perhaps fifty o forty or even less… I don’t know… now I have to take my shower… Good locker room too! Very good lockers! Big… but a key? I don’t have my key, probably I had to get it at the secretary office… I’d better go right now and get back as soon as possible, I’ll leave everything this way, I think nobody will pick up my shirt or my soap… The lift runs, good… the secretary… no! She isn’t in the office… “closed for dinner till 14.00”… Also secretaries have to eat, there is only one who don’t have to eat, he as to get a shower but till 14.00 not locker keys… another time to the lift, another time to the showers… good, clothes on the bench and hope nobody would steal it, it would be awful get out of the shower and find that clothes have been stolen… no! No problem… no one in sight… to change is very easy now but tomorrow, in the morning, in the crowd… let get to the showers… well, warm water, a lot of worm water, not like at home… shower at home was a trouble, my father firs, then Jason, then Betty, then my mother, then Ben, I was the last one, cool water, dirty stall, five minute shower and that was all, here it’s different, a lot of worm water, I wouldn’t stop showering no more, it feels good, very good… but I have to get out, I have to shave, to comb, to dress, and then to go back at my room, the 987 room… and wait till the late evening… but if in the Sunday, every Sunday, things will go on like that I’d like better get back home… but it’s impossible because of the money, but I have to be used in such a thing, I have to buy something to eat, something to drink, because I think it’s not so hygienic to drink the water of the showers… Perhaps today things go like that because the academic year didn’t start yet, perhaps usually it would be possible to survive also in the Sundays, some student would stay to study without noise and keeping concentration… now the shave, at the sink, looking at the mirror… warm water, a lot of worm water like in the shower… and now to comb… now I’m ready… but ready what for? For nothing at all, for waiting, for resting, for annoying, for getting mad… I can’t stand this absolute silence, when I got the train to get here I couldn’t stand the noise, now I can’t stand the silence, this absurd silence in a dorm for one thousand guys, I’m the only one so stupid to get here when everybody is still home… I’m very stupid, dad was right when he used to say so, perhaps he was joking but he was right … Enough! Enough! What I’ll do till tomorrow morning? Well it’s better to go to bed… but I don’t wont to go to sleep in such a sunny afternoon, no, I’ll go back in the park, I’d like to find a dog, just a dog to stroke, to look at, right in the eyes… but dogs don’t like guys, dogs like hotdogs, ham, foods… , so to say, dogs are human…
Dogs like humans… what does it mean? That the dogs love humans or that they are very similar to humans… English is a strange language… I’m bored… in order to go to the cinema you need money, so much time to waste, what time? 3.15 p.m. … It’s better I go to seat on a park bench… lower class guy’s meditation! Perhaps I need a psychoanalyst … no… it’s too expensive upper class staff… I need only money… that’s all… yes, I need money so I would have to do some work somewhere, bars, stores, even restaurants… so I could say I go to the restaurant everyday, it would sound good… and I could catch also some food with no money… good deal!
Very good! Or I could became a personal trainer in a gym or in a fitness center… perhaps also a chicken trainer… I’d like better guys trainer… but I could accept also to become a chicken trainer … yes, not so bad… but perhaps it could be old chicken trainer that sound’s worst, I could earn a little money and also use the gym to work out… I like very well to keep in shape… the gym would be the better solution… personal trainer in a gym… but I’m not a six pack, I’m not an hunk, I’m not well tanned … physically too I’m just a peace of shit… I’d go to a gym, introduce myself and they would remain to listen to me, perhaps they think I’m a customer ready to pay in order to be trained… but when they understand I’m non a customer but a poor guy searching for a job… yes, obviously they would kick me out, no matter hunk or nor, if you aren’t a customer you have to be kicked out. Other jobs? Which ones? Lifeguard… impossible, no sea nearby, pizza delivery boy… no Italian food here, I’d better steal… but I never tried, I’d ask someone: – Please have you something to steal? – And he would respond: – Are you rich? Because I can’t absolutely stand to be stolen by a poor one…rich people are allowed to steal, you know, they are so pleasant, so polite… are you a rich? – I would respond no and he would kick me out… A big house is much than a big intelligence and much more than the reputation of being an honest man that perhaps could be really a big obstacle. I’m an honest person …that means a stupid, never steal, never swindle people, never cheat… therefore no flat, non car… no chicken… that’s not a big problem for me… but also no boyfriends… or just a little, stupid boys like me, Lisa was going to fall in love, we walked hand in hand and we kissed so many times… something very strange for me but I did just as I was interested… but she never went where I lived, I didn’t want her to know where I lived… but really happened what never wouldn’t have happened, she got downtown and forced me to let her give me a lift where I lived. She was very delightful, that day she told me something sweet and went away pretending to go to her crank aunt but then she abruptly disappeared and I nevermore saw her. She wasn’t so stupid ad the end… My love story end: I love you, without you I’m lost, money is nothing for me, you have to trust me… but now I have something better to do, bye-bye! This is the love! Love of what? … And upper class friends where not so different, they liked me just till discovered what I really was… Lower class friends where different but they liked better to get in touch with people of more high social level, I was their second choice… they always pretended not to be what they really where, without pretending to be rich it was impossible to be accepted by upper class guys… in my town there was only one school that’s why everybody had to go to that school, in another town nearby the schools where two: upper and lower class school… that’s a regular education: boys have to know if they are clever or lazy, if they have to go to college or to stay unemployed all life long and it depends on whether or not they are rich. … What time is it now? I have to walk till 17.00 but at 17.00 I’ll go back to the dorm. Now 16.30, thirty minutes to spend in something better than thinking about such stupid things… there is much more people around than before, students with bags, taxis, a little traffic, I’d better get back to the dorm right now, stand up and go… the parking in front of the dorm is crowded, singles, couples, threesomes, chatting, carrying luggage, well dressed, no t-shirt and jeans, only blue suit, ties, well pressed trousers and jackets, shining shoes… shoes to tread on a peace of shit… upper class
students, they sure have someone that polishes their shoes that’s why they don’t care to soil their shoes of shit… Mark, stay quiet, now you are going to a big deal, now you must demonstrate all your courage and must accustom yourself to tolerate everything pretending of being like them… but in a place like this, where there is much people, must you greet everybody? How many guys! I would have to wait for the lift but there are too many boys over there, it’s better I go upstairs on foot… goddamn! Keep quiet! The worst is just coming! Guys like that often play the usual cat and mouse game in order to catch some lower class guy to have fun with, to pants in front of some gals. Guys have never to relax, they have to pay attention, stay wide awake not to be pantsed… but only if they are lower class, on the contrary if they are upper class the hunting is mandatory, they have to remark who is up and who is down, who can and who can’t do this or that: class has its duties! Reach people are open minded, they have no limits, whatever they like is possible, but they are always nice guys, crew cut, they wear ties even in the shower, their shit has scent of flowers, they always smile even when they are going to kill you, they aren’t sincere neither with themselves, but they are polite, urban, they will never tell you that you are rubbish or shit, they only think so, but never would say. … Goddamn there is a strip of light under the door! My roommate just arrived… well… go ahead!
– Good evening… I’ Mark, I think we’ll be roommates…
– Good… I’m Robert but friends call me Rob…
– Hello Rob…
– I come from Cleveland, where do you come from?
– Just from a little town that’s no more in the road maps, because its too little… only farms, scattered in the land.
– But this little town has a name?
– They call it four oaks and that’s all…
– And you… what do you study?
– English literature… and you?
– Economics… my father forced me to study economics, otherwise the tap would have been turned out… no economics no money… that’s why I’m here, I’m a sophomore, and you?
– I’m just a freshman…
– Very very interesting… be careful, freshmen are not allowed everywhere and you must hold more ancient students like me in high regard, that’s mandatory for a freshman… and where are you going for supper? I’ll go with some friends to have a pizza… if you like…
– Sorry, I have already reserved with a group of friends it will be for another time and I’m late….
– Ok, what time do you get back?
– About 11.00 any you?
– Never before two in the morning… that’s my last night of freedom…
– You’re right… I’m going, bye!
– Bye Mark and be careful… freshmen must undergo something awful… bye bye!
Goddamn… and now to get back I must wait for him to get out… he has to go to have a pizza with his friends… I told him I have reserved to the restaurant… reserved? I’m starved… but no money no restaurant! … I would have killed him… keep careful about pantsing… you are a freshman but I’m a sophomore… I come from Cleveland… my father forced me to economics… no economics no money… Wow now I have only to wait… but … strange… before getting out I cast a glance at my closet but there wasn’t any key…neither in the other closet, keys have disappeared, I must go back for another glance… that’s strange, very strange, he didn’t even mention keys… but there wasn’t any key in my closet… I’m Robert, but friends call me Rob, like saying I’m William, but friends call me will, in the baby meaning, or like willy-nilly… but no, he’s only Robert, Robert the strong, lion-hearted Robert… and I’m Mark the rabbit, shit-Mark… but I have to inspect everything not to decide abruptly… we have to play cards, yes, but I have to shuffle them before dealing them out… Mark the rabbit will not be so stupid… be careful boy! … something strange is going to happen… well, time to go back to the dorm, not so much crowd at this moment… good! No light strip under the door… good… no key… but my closet is closed! … closed… no doubt… and the other closet… this one is opened and all my clothes are within it … what a disorder! … he has taken everything out and has thrown it on the shelves without respect, t-shirts, briefs, socks, soap… everything… I cannot tolerate such things…he must learn to respect people…but I’ve to be careful… what to do? Put a chewing gum in the lock of the closet? To carry his closet to another room and to put to its place an empty closet? I have to choose something not so strange so that I can pretend to be completely innocent… better I have to go back to dorm after he went back, so it will turn out obviously that I’m not at all interested in the matter. But there’s a thing I can’t understand… how was he able to open my closet that was locked? Because he effectively opened it otherwise he couldn’t have pulled outside all my clothes… the closet was locked and he opened it with a false key or something similar… nothing stolen… it is true, my lovely buddy does not have stolen anything but there was nothing to steal, but he forced effectively the closet without even mention it… very good buddy!… very upper class guy! I’d better to kill him… no! Too much work! I’ll kill him later, now I’d like to do something better, but I have first to open his closet, to force his closet, but I have to revenge because revenge is sweet! With one of these bag clasps it would be possible, I’ve just to fold it just a little… good! Opened!… And now it’s time to have a look… well… perfume, after shave, shampoo, some book… socks, boxers very high class style… condoms, trousers, t-shirts, bath suit and what’s this? Pills? Medicine? No box, just a small bottle, no label but the shape is strange, I already saw pills like that, now I remember, are Viagra tablets! … Viagra at nineteen? Poor guy! He needs no punishment… the upper class guy! How can he be so stupid… Certainly he comes from another world… and I was searching for a boyfriend… We met one hour ago and I can’t stand him… very good starting… College is really very different from gay stories… very different… I must replace every thing to its place and go to bed, I must pull aggressiveness apart, just reset everything, like that, and now bed time, I must go to sleep without eating… I’m not an upper glass guy! … this evening ended, now I must only think about tomorrow morning, tomorrow the academic year begins, tomorrow no more personal problems, enough with upper class and low class, from tomorrow on I must only study, I’m here just for this reason… not so romantic! Really not so romantic!

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  GAY-STRAIGHT LOVE STORY
Posted by: gayprojectforum - 09-05-2017, 06:50 PM - Forum: Gay orientation - No Replies

Listen guys, I read this blog choosing posts randomly and I like it, I somehow find myself here, I’m 27 and do not know anything about gay life, as it is called today, that is, gay associations and gay clubs, and I have to add, I do not want to know anything, it is not a matter of principle, I think they are useful things but I don’t feel close to these things, if you’ll pardon the term, these things make me think even more that we, gay people, and I am proud to use the word gay, even now dream of social integration and maybe we’ll dream forever. A little time ago browsing internet I found a statement that struck me: “gays will be truly socially integrated when there will be no more gay bookstores or gay sections of bookstores, but gay books will be on display on the shelves along with all the other books.” I believe that we should not be ashamed of being gay, but that we should not even try to create a world apart, because if we act so it is obvious that others will consider us another planet. I do not want to dream too much, I just can tell you that I didn’t yet come out and probably never will, because honestly I’d have big problems, especially with my parents, even now at age 27, but things are this way and I cannot do anything, nevertheless I try to see the positive, browsing for blogs I’ve seen that there are serious gay blogs and more than a few. I think that many guys who try to write honestly about their lives without shame and without locking in a ghetto do important work for many others who now perhaps only read. Meanwhile, be aware that other gay guys really exist and they are not all fans of gay clubs is something that helps to grow. When I found out that I was gay, now more than 11 years ago, there was internet, I don’t come from the Stone Age, there were very few things for gay guys and it was almost only porn, on the one hand I was attracted but on the other I hated such things, I didn’t feel close to this kind of things. Then things changed, gay sites with traps for cash as dialers have declined dramatically, and I say thankfully, and we began to see a little gay erotic but not exactly the heavy porno, and we have also seen sites with gay stories not necessarily gay porn stories, erotic stories, yes, but already at an acceptable level and sometimes even artistic, but they were all in English. I read English quite well and I’ve read so many gay erotic stories, even beautiful, even artistic, with too much erotic emphasis to be true works of art, but in essence very nice things, but in Italian? I red only a few stories in Italian, almost all erotic stories. Then slowly grew the fever of blogs. But serious gay blogs in Italian were very rare, maybe the guys were afraid, I don’t know, in fact I also started a blog but I told friends and then I could not post gay content, I would have been able to open another blog but I was puzzled, I was afraid of being detected, I know, in fact I never started a gay blog. Now slowly the mentality of gay guys has changed, many gay blogs are not related to associations, are gay free blogs, are blogs of a personal nature and I like them very much because their authors are fully normal gay guys. Now, to make you realize the level of paranoia of a gay like me, think that a while ago I wanted to write “fully normal” gay guys, but with the quotation marks, which is a contradiction because there should be no emphasis to be done. First of all, gay people, before anyone else, should put in mind the idea of not being a ghetto. You might say, “But after all this talking where’s the story?” And you are right but I do not have a gay story to tell, at least in the usual sense of the term, I’m a gay without a story typically gay, running after a million fantasies, falling in unilateral love tens of times, taking crushes absolutely unilateral at least two or three times a month, but gay life in the sense of true gay love life with another guy … well, there’s nothing like this! I feel deeply affected by these things, call me stupid but I would have sex only if I was really in love with a guy, or I just put the idea aside. I read in many places that gay men just want sex … But for goodness sake! For me it has never been so, and now another thing against the tide: if I had to choose between a relationship based on sex with a guy whom I don’t really love, who even attracts me on a physical level but I don’t really love, and a serious friendship, maybe even with a straight guy, I would not doubt, I would prefer true friendship with a straight guy. This is not a generic way of saying because I have a straight friend that I love deeply, his name is John, he would never be in bed with me, or maybe in extreme circumstances he would, but would do it for me, not because he really wants, I honestly will not give up this friendship for anything in the world, I miss like a crazy a sexual relationship with John, but I want John, and if I can have John close to me only without sex, that’s okay. If you want to read, now I try to tell my story, as I said before, it is not a gay story in the true sense of the word, I don’t even know how to describe it. He’s a bit younger than me but not so much, he’s 24 years old. I met him by chance at a party and I fell in love right away, he danced with the girls, I obviously didn’t, but he noticed me, came close to me and introduced himself, we didn’t shake hands, then came the buffet and he brought some sandwiches for me and passed them to me on a plate. Passing the plate, perhaps inadvertently, but I’ll never know if that’s it, he touched my hand lightly, I felt an electric shock in 2000 volts, he noticed it and looked me in the eyes and understood everything, I did not say a word, I was in total embarrassment, he continued to look into my eyes and smiled at me. Every now and then during the feast our eyes met, I had the heart rate to a thousand, because I loved John, I could have sworn he was gay and I was in a tremendous turmoil. In the evening, when the party was about to end, he asked me a ride home and I said, here we go! We left and we stopped to talk a bit about this and that, but it was obvious that it would not end there, honestly at this point I expected a little sex. He told me: “Do you feel embarrassed?”, I replied: “Yes a little ‘” and he continued: “Well, if you tell someone that you’re in love with him, you tell him a beautiful thing” I said, “Then you understand?” and he answered: “Yes, but there is a problem, I cannot respond to your feelings the way you prefer because I’m not gay, but wait, I can love you seriously and I think I love you … what do you say about? It makes sense to you? “. In a way my world had collapsed, on the other hand I did not know what to say to such a proposal that I did not expect at all. John continued: “I’m in love with you, in another way, but I’m really in love with you, do not say no, please do not put me out just because I’m straight, I’m fine with you, I’m fine really.” I didn’t know what to do and I ended up just smiling and nodding. Now I do not want to dwell on things that I feel are of enormous value but maybe you can consider worthless things, in short, two years have passed since that afternoon and we met almost every night, we talked with each other opening ourselves to total, he told about girls he met and one girl in particular he was very interested in and I said to myself, that my fantasies, including sexual ones, are about John and his are about  that girl but in the end fantasies are very similar, we look for the same things, there is an underlying sweetness in the way of being of John that enchants me, I think he’s really an happy guy and he deserves it and I’m happy because I was able to meet him. Sometimes when we drive we sing the Marseillaise and we are moved thinking of those who fight for freedom against tyranny. The first times I thought he was with me for moral duty, for pity’s sake, something like that, and then I tried to leave and he felt very badly and attacked me saying that I went around to deceive people and he needed me and that I did not understand anything and that I reasoned not as a gay but as a stupid, that I had in mind only four idiot patterns of behavior and then he started to cry. I felt the desperation inside me because I had hurt him so deeply, then I took his hand and he shook mine very strong. We were there for a quarter of an hour. He was crying more and more slowly, then turned to me and smiled, still with tears in his eyes and told me: “Do not you dare ever again!” and I told him: “John, I love you!”

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  GAY LOVE IN JAMES BALDWIN
Posted by: gayprojectforum - 09-05-2017, 01:59 PM - Forum: Homosexuality in history and literature - No Replies

This post is dedicated to James Baldwin, one of the most important authors of American literature, if you want, you can find a short information about on


But I don’t want to take care of literature here, there are others who can make it with much more competence, I want instead give this man public rewards for what he made for gay people and also individually for me. He speaks about gay “love”, not banally about sex, but about what’s real gay “love” is, in years in which it was difficult to do that and in an America in which the black people as he was, much more if they used to write supporting homosexual world, did not have easy life. 

But Baldwin wrote a book that I consider certainly the most powerful book that I have read and also the most important book for my human formation, this book is “Another country”, completed December the 10th 1961 (In English: Black Swan book 0 552 99047 7, published in Italy by Feltrinelli, in 1963, in the translation of Attilio Veraldi and newly published in 2004).

It’s a masterwork of the American literature, but it’s the gay side of the book that has always bewitched me. For Baldwin, gay life is something high value, it’s a kind of love with capital letter. The book has tragic implications at the beginning, so that it seems to follow a rather common way in the previous gay literature: gay like tragedy. But the second part, the preponderant one, turns over the things completely and the homosexual love ends to become like something that can give value to the life. 

The characters are many but the story that constitutes the heart of the book is a wonderful story of gay love, born by chance between Eric, a young American writer, and Yves, a French boy much younger than him. Their story is not a tragedy, is not a loneliness story, not so! It’s an story of true love and it’s a love story that ends well. 

Eric meets Yves just after the war, the two of them know very well that their life will no longer be like before. The atmosphere is of tenderness, mutual respect, deep love. Eric comes back to America and Yves sends him a sweetest letter and after a little time follows him in the United States. Yves arrives to the airport of Los Angeles and Eric is waiting for him, when the boy crosses the gates with anxious feelings in his heart, he knows that he has just arrived “into that city (Los Angeles) which the people from heaven (the Angels) had made their home”. 

And with this metaphor the book is concluded. But this love story is not a fable, Yves loves Eric but he knows that sooner or later he will need to feel free also from Eric in order to be himself; also Eric is aware of all this, he knows that sooner or later, in a future more or less far away Yves will go, will have to go in order to follow his road, but this fact will not make Eric abandon Yves to his destiny, Eric will love him also this way, knowing exactly that sooner or later he will lose him, because, as Baldwin says, in the love affairs “there is nothing to decide but everything to accept”. I consider this sentence really sublime. Thanks James!

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  GAY LOVE IN MAURICE NOVEL BY EDWARD MORGAN FORSTER
Posted by: gayprojectforum - 09-05-2017, 01:58 PM - Forum: Homosexuality in history and literature - No Replies

On the novel Maurice by Edward Morgan Forster check:

On the Film Maurice directed by James Ivory check:

As usually, when I speak about literature or cinema I prefer to suggest my readers to address competent and appropriated websites and I limit myself to keep for me the gay aspects only of the book and the film. If, from my point of view “Another country” by James Baldwin represents the number one, “Maurice” by E.M. Forster represents the number two, if not another number one ex aequo. When I read this novel for the first time I experimented the exciting sensation of having between my hands a book that would have be always on my bedside table. The book is extraordinarily moving. 

Maurice and Clive, one of his mates at college, start an homosexual relationship, that seems destined to became a long-lasting and deep love story, but Clive is an ambitious aristocratic young man and chooses to sacrifice the love on the altar of the political career that as homosexual he wouldn’t be allowed to start, he goes further to pretend to fall in love with a girl and arrives to marry her. Maurice and Clive will continue to meet only in a formal way but the first love story of the book is over. 

Maurice, invited from Clive in his estate, knows Clive’s wife but above all he gets in touch with another young man, a game warden, Scudder. While the aristocratic friends of Clive deal Scuder as a servant and humiliate him giving him little money tips for his services, Maurice just from the first moment deals with him with respect never caring about social differences and the two of them understand that for them something very different is going to start. 

In a shadow night, Scudder, with a ladder, enters Maurice's room from the window and they make love, the moment is thrilling but the following morning Maurice is assailed by the doubt that Scudder could blackmail him. Maurice and Scudder will end up to speak each other clearly and to understand that they are essential to one another. 

Scudder is about to leave as an emigrant and Maurice is desperate, he needs to see him, to speak to him, but he does not succeed to that, he goes to the wharf where the steamboat is going to leave but Scudder is not there, then Maurice remembers that they had spoken about the possibility of meeting in the remittance of the boats of Clive’s estate, he goes there as soon as he can and Scudder is really there, he hadn’t go away. Maurice was so happy that he couldn't even talk. 

And since Maurice did not speak, indeed could not, he added, “And now we shan’t be parted no more, and that’s finished.” 

The last chapter of the book has the bitter taste of the revenge or of the contrappasso of Dante: Clive can see the happiness of Maurice, he knows that Maurice made the right choice and that Maurice will be in love with Scudder in a reciprocal love story, while he, an aristocrat, social climber, will have to go to bed with a beautiful girl whom he does not love and whose life he will ruin in order to follow his ambitions. 

The novel introduces two characters who represents the gay morality (Maurice) and the gay immorality (Clive). Maurice is a “honest gay” who when falls in love can’t love without getting completely involved and is not willing to loose his love and his happiness no matter what he could get in exchange, he loves Scudder and that’s why he faces real risks, putting apart chaste privileges. Clive is the “dishonest gay” who don’t hesitate to set his sexuality apart to get in exchange social privileges, selling himself to get social prestige. Every dialectic is impossible between these two characters who are the incarnation of the good and the evil under the gay perspective. 

And about Scudder, who’s not a low range character, I can say that he represents for Maurice the opportunity, the only occasion in order to exit from the limbo of the sublimation. Scudder puts in practice the first real sexual initiatives and in making it he risks a lot and also Scudder has a high morality, a gross man could use the weapon of blackmail but this thought does not grazes him at all and when he understands that this is just what Maurice has in mind, he gives him a strong morality lesson reproaching him fur his suspicion of being object of such a low action from his part. Maurice will understand. 

In the book as in the film there are also more common or strange elements like the doctor that thinks clearly that the homosexuals doesn’t even exist, but these are for sure contour elements. The book is a masterwork because it outlines for the first time the deep lines of a gay morality, the morality of the respect, of the deep love, of never selling yourself. This novel and the film directed by Ivolry deserve a special attention from the gay people, because if Forster has written many masterworks for the others, he wrote Maurice for himself and also for us. For a gay person, to read Maurice and to see the film are fundamental experiences. Personally I can only say that this book and this film have been very important in my moral formation.

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