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What Was it Like in High School
First off, I know when I go to the entire blogs sections it is mostly of different themed picture posts, so I hope you all don't mind my really wordy blog posts. And I wish I had tthe mass wall posting thing.
This is answering a question I got by message about how it was in high school being out to my parents, but my mom being the accepting one and dad being the one who lightly tolarated it. Simple answer: It was great once, but I wouldn't want to do it again.
I went to a high school that had about 2,000 students in 10th to 12th grades. I graduated in a class of 701. I graduated in 2012. Looking back now I think it was a little weird that I didn't know any other boys that were out as gay. I didn't advertise that I was gay, like wearing rainbow everything or the sort, but it didn't much to guess that I was gay. I was a pretty short, wirey body, late blooming, shaggy wheat colored hair, wire rim glasses, and braces. I was the dictionary definition of the geeky kid. I hate it now when I have friends meeting my mom and she pulls out those pictures. I just die inside every time. lol.
I had a couple close friends that I hung out with, but none that I would have called "best" friend. I was OK doing things on my own, even though my mom was always telling me to go out and try to get more friends. I always wore shorts and a tank top with flip flops to school because I liked getting a tan as much as I could. When I was out of school, the tank and shorts were off, and the Speedo was on while I was at the beach, if I wasn't doing other things. I got dark, but it was never a super deep tan, but I did always get a pretty good Speedo tan, and never burned.
Between classes I'd put my earbuds in and be-bop my way to my locker, change out books, and head to my next class. If it was between 3rd and 4th period, there was also a stop at the school's little donough shop to pick up a couple glazed twists to eat on the way. I don't know if it was normal, but out school was nutorious for being a junk food heaven. I was a light guy and no matter the amount of carbs I ate, I wasn't gaining any weight.
Since I was a little geeky kid I was always worried in the back of my mind that someday I was going to start getting bullied, or worse, but it never happened. I don't remember seeing anyone get bullied for anything, which today I think would be unheard of. I stood out, that I know. I wasn't popular, but everyone knew who I was. I don't know if it was the fact that I was out as gay that kept people from wanting to be friends, but I sure hope it didn't.
The biggest thing that I thought was funny though, was that I remember this one girl who was in my year, by about half way though, was known around the school as being kind of a "slut". Cell phones with cameras were just starting to come out then and she had some pictures get out of her naked and playing with herself, plus of her getting fucked by a couple different guys. My parents had given me one of the first iPhones (iPhone3) and though I'd taken pics of myself having sex, there was no way on the planet I was letting them off my phone.
Since the internet chat rooms were more local than they are today, I had my first "sneak out" hook up when I was 13. There was a big sports park with baseball and soccer fields a few blocks down from where we lived, so I'd ride my bike down and lock it up, then go to the place in the park we agreed to meet at. We would do our thing which never lasted more than a half hour most times, then sneak back into the house.
If it was daytime and I was horny, I'd usually hang out on the college campus that was a few miles away and cruise around. I had a few different places that were pretty good for cruising around, but the campus was always the best.
I wasn't a team sports type of guy, but I loved (and still do) to swim. I also loved diving off the high platforms. There is just something about the rush to diving off the platform and feeling yourself falling through the air, the wind blowing past you, and then cutting your body through the water. And if I wasn't at the school pool, I was either at the city pool, or down at the beach trying to avoid stepping on jellyfish.
My hobby was doing the modeling that I'd been introduced to when I was 10. It was something that I really enjoyed doing, even if today it is considered even more taboo now than it was back then. The modeling is probably the main reason why I like more artistic type of nude pictures rather than the flat out porny sex ones. It really helped me not to be ashamed of my body, not like I really was in the first place though. I learned in high school that way to many people ARE ashamed of their bodies whether they realise it or not.
So, overall high school went good. But like I said, I wouldn't want to do it again. I'm glad that I was able to be out as gay and not have to hide it like I thought I was going to have to. I feel for all the boys that have to keep it secret for what ever the reason they have. I hope that someday nobody will have to "come out", we will just be able to be ourselves.
I had a great HS experience compared to most. It was the era when FaceBook was still in it's infancy and before Grindr and other meetup apps. I was involved in many after school activities: Cross Country in the fall, Swimming in the winter, and Track in the Spring. While I was never top of the class, I was in almost all of the AP classes, and graduated with a 3.9 GPA.
While I certainly knew I was gay, my boyfriend didn't find me until the start of junior year. His name was Keith, he was a sophomore, and was much more confident in his sexuality than I was. Looking back, I feel bad making him sneak around everywhere. After practice (which would end around 5 each day), we'd hook up in the cul-de-sac by his home. While it was always hands and mouths with us, I remember the first time I topped him vividly. I was a senior and it was after a weekday Cross Country meet. It was in the back of my jeep, the lube was sticky, and I remember lasting just under 3 songs on Z100. We used condoms for the first three weeks until one day, Keith just rolled it off my cock and sat down. That was a revelation onto itself as I had never cum of hard or fast.
I never introduced him to my core group of friends, we often ignored each other in the hallways (not that we passed each other much). We ended up staying together for two years until after I graduated when I was going out of state for college. Granted, I was never the most loyal and monogamous of boyfriends during our time together, often hooking up with random guys during the summer and spring breaks we spent apart. I definitely felt bad for treating him so poorly but I was fortunate in having such a good boyfriend who treated me well while I found myself.
It has crossed my mind from time to time about how my photos could affect my future. I feel confident that mine are not going to hurt my reputation at all, because the chance of them showing up on the internet are pretty low. The reputation of those that model and do porn on sites like this have more of a chance to have their's affected.
I didn't get hurt at all though there are some of course that are always going to consider anything like that "abuse". And that was the thing that the photographer I met first, and others along the way, were trying to get across. That not all nudity is porn and abuse.
Yes, there were a few that got a little too close, but that was the start of my sexuality. I don't have any regrets about doing the photos. As a matter of fact, I think that they made me appreciate they type of photo that I like even more. If you look though my Fav's I think you'll get the idea.
And not to try to inflate my own ego, but yea, I think, and so does eveyone else, I have a nice body.
Wow such a great description of your HS years - Now I am 78 years old and let me tell you back in my day things were completely different. In much of the world to be gay was illegal and it still is in some countries (more middle east) today. I am so happy for you and all the other gay boys and men that today live in a more tolerant world. There still is discrimination but not half of what was back then. Just ask the family of Mathew Sheppard.
I suspect today with the marvels of cell phones and the like, the written word takes a bit of a back seat to pictures and video. But when a skilled writer can translate the images in his mind into images of words it is a real talent. I think there will always be a need for it for you get a picture of how the writer feels. Emotion is such a powerful fact of human existence.
Thank you for sharing your story in words. You did it masterfully. I could see and feel those wonderful days of your youth.
( I hope you all don't mind my wordy blog posts)
Personally speaking I don't mind at all .Sharing opinions /stories and past experiences is really what blogs are intended for.
No one can comprehend having parents knowing you were doing artistic nudes...of which I don't think I am against as much as aghast being that the world I came from I feel very confident if nothing else my reputation would have been destroyed forever doing some thing like that. Did that ever cross your mind?! Otherwise as long as you don't get hurt from it I think you are very blessed. Especially if you have a nice body.