My bf is gay
Is My Boyfriend Gay? Or Is It My Anxiety?
It’s not uncommon to hold a passing thought about your boyfriend’s or girlfriend’s sexual orientation. If questions like “is my lover gay” take over, it may be a approve of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
It’s spontaneous to have doubts sometimes about our romantic relationships. It happens all the time. But what if you can’t stop trying to figure out whether your boyfriend or girlfriend is gay?
If you’re vertical, it’s scary to reflect that you’re with someone who’s gay and hasn’t realized it yet. Lots of people take a long time to grasp their sexual orientation, right? Maybe your boyfriend or girlfriend is just in the early part of this process. How can you tell?
Could This Be OCD?
For some people, the doubt and anxiety they experience around this topic rise to the level of obsessiveness.
Obsessions are a hallmark symptom of obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). They typically take the form of an upsetting or scary thought that causes significant anxiety.
Sometimes in OCD, obsessions center on thoughts about one’s own sexual orientation; this is a sub-typ
I Dreamt My Boyfriend Was Gay
The dream starts out in the bedroom of my boyfriend (of three years). I just stopped by to give a kiss before I went home. When I acquire to his room, he is sitting on his bed in a T-shirt and white boxer shorts. He says hello. I ask what’s wrong and he says he doesn’t know how to reveal me this without hurting my feelings. I plead with him to narrate me. So he confesses to me that he has been kissing someone else.
I feel stunned by this information and then he proceeds to explain me that he has been having oral sex with this person. At that moment Josh, one of my friends from school (who in actual life is gay), comes out of Stephen’s, my boyfriend, closet with the same t-shirt and underwear as Stephen. I was baffled.
Then the dream changes. I am at this park for a party which I could advocate out of and Stephen kept following me around trying to tell me he was sorry, and chasing behind him was Josh trying to fetch him back (think Julia Roberts in My Foremost Friend’s Wedding.)
I finally consent to talk with Stephen; and we are all three sitting on the top of a picnic table. I see this spider-bee-thing fly at me and it stings me on the neck. I s
I want to correct you on something you’ve said repeatedly: A man can “hide” his bisexual orientation. I disagree. I felt my boyfriend was lgbtq+ or bi immediately, but he flatly denied it. It was so obvious! He sucked at sex, he never initiated, and he was clueless about female anatomy! I was forced to hunt for proof, which I discovered after nine months. Then I mercilessly outed him to friends, humiliated him to his face, and finally confronted him with the proof of his profile on a male lover hookup app. I enjoyed every wicked minute uncovering his lies and telling everyone the truth because he used and exploited me in a counterfeit relationship. I was false about a couple of things. First, I idea if I asked him if he was lgbtq+, he would confess and come clean with me. Wrong, he never did. Second, if he was gay, he wouldn’t camouflage that fact because gays won the LGBTQ rights fight. Wrong. I am a fag hag but only because I enjoy feeling superior and appreciate what I get out of my friendships with gay men. But I’m not interested in fruit juice. —Furious And Vengeful Ex
You are a terrible person, I don’t crave you reading my column, and I hope your gay friends come to see you for the
Things You Only Know If Your Boyfriend Turns Out To Be Gay
If you open a new tab on your computer and type the words ‘is my boyfriend’ into Google, the next word that appears in that sentence will be ‘gay’. Most of the time, this search term ranks above ‘is my boyfriend cheating on me’, which was oddly comforting when my relationship with my lgbtq+ ex-boyfriend ended. I wasn't the only one.
Like most twentysomethings, we met through friends at university and bonded over a reciprocal love of all the usual things: good TV shows, sad songs, and dancing into the first hours. After bumping into each other and occasionally flirting for the leading part of a year, we started working at the same pub and consequently spent a lot of time together.
One thing led to another. Christmas break led to a New Year’s Eve party, where we had our first kiss. We spent the first few months hanging out, swapping stories and getting to grasp each other like any other couple, regardless of gender or sexual preference.
We shared a bed most nights but didn’t rest together for a prolonged time, and not through a lack of me trying. ‘Perhaps he wants to take it slow,’ I told myself; after all, we had both had our f
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