The most amazing thing about it of course, is that I'll be given the opportunity to live in London for the first time in my life, something that I've been dreaming of since the day I began to comprehend its existence. I come from a rather bigoted city in the north of England with a lot of deprivation, racism and yes, homophobia and I've never really felt like I fit in here despite the fact that I have a rather diverse and interesting group of friends who I also, on reflection, am extremely lucky to have as they defy the stereotype of this area and are all completely ok with my sexuality; the girls actually revelled in it when I first came out. And even more surprisingly I've managed, over the past 6 months to actually coerce a boy, I guess the correct term is 'man', into going out with me.
We met when I started work after sixth-form to make some money for moving away to Uni, even though I hadn't received any actual offers at the time (from Uni, not from men). I instinctively knew he was gay from the offset just by the way he playfully smiled and behaved around me and he clearly reciprocated the inference as 2 months after I started work we're on a train to Edinburgh for a bank-holiday weekend away; both of us blowing about 1 months pay, over which time we develop a strong attachment to each other and having, he admits, more sex in a weekend than he'd had in the previous year (it wasn't mutual as I'd developed a healthy(?) addiction to Grindr over the past few years). Ever since, we've been inseparable; he's the only person I've ever been this comfortable around and shares the exact same interests as me and yes, he's the first person I've ever fell in love with.
I'll not go any further into just how much I love him as I'm aware people in love just sound soppy to everyone else not in that particular relationship. And now to my problem; after receiving the offer from London, my boyfriend has gone through a lot of stages coming to terms with the fact that I will, most definitely, be moving to London in September. At first, his initial reaction was one of happiness and possibly a level of pride for me as he knows just how much this means to me and really how prestigious the school is that I've been accepted to.
However shortly after that, there grew a level of despondency between us as the fact that our current way of life would inevitably be upheaved drastically as I begin an important new period in my life and then came a third stage; an ultimatum. I won't, at all, criticise him for the decision he tried to force me in to, however infuriatingly selfish it may have seemed at the time, but he did essentially make me choose between him; a man I admittedly love more than my family (cruel/unjust?), and my place at Uni and essentially my future. Now, despite all my love for him, I just couldn't even bear turning down this amazing offer at living in what I consider to be the greatest city on earth at possibly the greatest school for my course on earth so of course, I couldn't choose and told him so.
This lead to a fourth stage where we just denied that anything was changing so we could at least continue being with each other and continue having a type of sex that we'd never experienced before; that type of sex where it hurts to leave each other's body and that even when we're not inside each other, every other waking minute is spent leading up to when you'll next 'become one' again. But of course beneath the skin, we were obviously both at a loss as to what we would do and it was tearing me up inside knowing the clear pain I was putting him through. So being at a crossroads, I ultimately needed to make a choice and just so that I could make him happy again and just so I could see him sincerely smile at me another time while still pursuing my own interests, I proposed that he moved to London with me so that we could be together.
He jumped at the idea. Everything seemed settled until I told a friend of the decision we'd made and he essentially made the very real point that no one should ever go to university while still in a relationship. I've said how intriguing I found your earlier posts of free, guiltless sex with lots of men and of my previous, healthy(?), addiction to Grindr and I'm now entirely scared at the prospect of uprooting my boyfriend that I'm wholeheartedly infatuated with and dumping him in a huge intimidating city only to find in a few months' time that I fall out of love with him or he falls out of love with me and he's left with fairly mediocre job prospects and no financial support whatsoever.
I mean, I love him so much but I am only 20 and being in a hugely liberal city like London with a thriving gay scene at the advantageous age that I am and with a fairly attractive(?) face/body; am I not throwing away what could be the most exciting period of my life? But then on the other side, is the love that I feel for my boyfriend something beautiful and too great to throw away just for a few years of casual sex with strangers? It's hard because when I used to see other people in love making stupid decisions, I'd judge them for their ignorance but now that I'm finally experiencing love, I find it hard to demonstrate a lack of insularity anymore; in that I find it hard to find a perspective on any decision I make as every decision is ultimately, relevant or not, made based on the love I feel for this brilliant human that I get to share my mind and body with, free of judgment.
I may have lost the origin of my question but if you can decipher one from that gargantuan email I congratulate you and would be truly grateful for a response, no matter how minor. If you don't have time, however, I understand and I think I may subconsciously already have an answer to a fairly vague and similarly subconscious question. Thanks Until I read that email, I've never heard of the idea that "no one should ever go to university while still in a relationship".
In fact, when I was at university, I was aware of a small number of my peers who had girlfriends back in their home towns. Some of those relationships didn't survive, but one or two of them did. And the guys that I know who ended up marrying the girlfriends that they had from before they went to university seem to be some of the happiest and most sorted individuals that I know.
So I don't think that this idea that one should be single when one goes to university is valid for everyone. In fact, it makes even less sense for this reader. It's easy to understand why it might be sensible for people who need to decide between ending their relationship, or continuing their relationship but leaving their boyfriend or girlfriend back in their home town while they go to university in a different town.
However, this reader is going to be able to take his boyfriend with him, which is a completely different situation. After having read the reader's email, I certainly felt that it would have been a big shame if the relationship ended now. The email gives a strong impression of a deep love between the two guys.
Regarding some of the reader's concerns about moving to London with his boyfriend, the following thoughts occurred to me: Both of them are adults, so I don't think the reader should worry about what might happen to his boyfriend if they split up. As long as his boyfriend is aware of the risks, then it's up to the boyfriend to make up his own mind. There are indeed a lot of opportunities for gay guys to have fun (of all sorts!) in London, but that applies just as much to the reader's boyfriend as it does to the reader himself.
So if the reader really does love his boyfriend, then he's in a wonderful situation. People who aren't in a relationship can waste a lot of time looking for sex and looking for relationships, but since the reader has got those things sorted, he'll be able to get the most out of his course and all the other things that London has to offer. After all, it sounds like he's already had lots of gay sex with other guys, and in fact if one lives in a big modern city like London, then that possibility always exists however old you are.
In any case, it's also true that The two of them could always agree on some kind of open relationship, if they decide that they want to experiment. On that point, I think that it'll be vital for them to discuss the monogamy issue, and to keep discussing it. My final thoughts about all this are Good communication between the people involved is vital in any relationship, but in the early days when they're finding their way around their new lives in London, it'll be especially important.
However, as long as they keep good communication going regarding everything that might affect their relationship, and regarding the monogamy point in particular, then I think they've got every chance of making a success of it.
Finally, if the reader is having second thoughts about taking his boyfriend to London, then in spite of the undying love that his email expresses, perhaps sub-consciously he doesn't really love his boyfriend as much as he says he does!
Anyway, do any other readers have any thoughts on this situation? Continue reading
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But every now and then, he keeps coming back to talk about twitter . "Do you use twitter at all, GB?" he asks. "I've got an account," I reply, "but I don't use it much." Of course, the fact is that I've got two accounts, namely my GB account and another account that's associated with the rest of my life. So far, I haven't spent much time tweeting on my GB account, and my other account has been used even less! "Could you follow me please?" he asks. "Of course, no problem," I answer. "You seem quite agitated about twitter," I continue, "does twitter matter that much?" "In my industry, people of my seniority are now often judged by how many followers they have," replies my friend, "and because I've only just got an account, I've hardly got any followers at all. I know someone who does a similar job to me who's got over 100,000 followers, but I've got less than 100 :-(." "I heard that it's possible to buy followers," I say mischievously, "but could you live with yourself if you knew that most of your followers aren't real?" "Quite easily," replies my friend, "but I'm just not sure how to go about it!" The next day, I use my non-GB twitter account to follow my friend, and over the course of the day I see him tweeting frantically while he's at Google big tent .
A day or two later, he sends me a txt msg: Got 3 more followers in the last 24 hours. Lot of work for 3 bloody followers Well indeed! But I was on my way so have dinner with My Thai friend B who I hadn't seen for ages, so I try and offer my British friend some support Just off to see a Thai friend.
If does twitter, I'll ask him to follow you! B had spent the last six months Thailand to avoid the British winter, so I hadn't seen him for ages. Earlier that day, I had run into him by chance, and we agreed to catch up with each other over dinner in a decent restaurant. "Wish I'd stayed in Thailand", jokes B while we're looking at the menu, "do you think it's ever going to stop raining here and warm up?" "Of course not," I reply laughing, "you should know about the British weather after all the time you've spent here.
We had a few nice days in early May, so if you've weren't here then, you've probably missed the summer!" We continue chatting, and B seems very relaxed and happy. "How is your business back in Thailand doing these days," I ask. "Everything is fine," he replies, "I'm employing 6 people now, including the manager who you met the last time you visited. They take care of most of it." B had set up his own business in Thailand a few years previously, simply following his heart and his interest in Thai culture. And now, the business mostly seems to run itself, providing him with a reasonable income. "Actually someone offered to buy it recently," B tells me, "and it was a decent offer.
I might sell it, but I've asked for 50% more money, just to see what happens :-)". "Incidentally," I ask, changing the subject, "do you use twitter at all?" "No," replies B casually, "I don't need twitter :-)" "Don't worry, it's just that a British friend of mine is desperate for more followers." Suddenly, the contrast between B and my British friend seems quite stark. On the one hand B is very relaxed and happy, simply following his heart, and very much Living in the Now as all good Buddhists do. But my British friend, who's a few years older, doesn't seem relaxed or happy at all and instead finds himself fretting about not having enough followers on Twitter.
Later I send a txt msg to my British friend to tell him that unfortunately, my Thai friend B doesn't use Twitter.
Within a few minutes I get his reply Bloody hell, what do I have to do, offer blow jobs?
I find myself laughing at this when it occurs to me that the type of submissive gay guys who are likely to do what they're told and follow someone on twitter are more likely to want to give blow jobs than receive them! Continue reading
Read the panties portion of her Q&A below. Underwear Expert: What kind of underwear do you wear in drag, men s or women s? Jinkx Monsoon: When I am in drag, I wear men s underwear pulled up.
What I do is I wear soft-top cotton briefs, I tuck my junk in between my legs and then I pull my briefs up past my bellybutton and turn them into a thong, and that keeps all my stuff in place for the evening. I think they re just basic cotton underwear from H&M, and that s what I use to tuck with. Not every drag queen does it that way, but that s the way that s worked for me my whole life.
Are there certain types of underwear that work better for that, something that s soft and cotton? Yeah, I like whatever is the softest. Because when you re in drag for a long time, you can kind of cause a little bit of friction down there.
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