As discussed in a prior post, I’m somewhat of a type A personality and an alpha male. So for me college was awesome. My personality made it very easy for me to live a straight life. Throughout college I had “a lot” of first dates, liked “some” girls, slept with a “few” and had a major “attraction” to one. But unlike 99% of college students, I was that 1% whose life was not led, nor revolved around their penis. My life was led by my mind and devoted to the things that I wanted to do and that would position me for career and financial success in the future. I am embarrassed, but honest nonetheless in saying that sex was not one of the things that I thought would lead me to career and financial success. So it took a back seat and just flaccidly swung from side to side. Looking back today, that attitude I had was likely because I probably knew that I really was gay and the sex that I wanted was something I couldn’t have.
What I could have was my job, my activities, my school, and my friends. I worked for the clothing store Structure, the place to shop before A&F,


Greek Life, also called fraternity life, was a huge part of my life in college. For me, the fraternity experience was my classroom and many of my friends today are fraternity brothers. I never thought that I would join a fraternity, but I met a guy my first semester who invited me over to his frat house where I met some other guys, and I subsequently moved in before second semester. From there one thing led to another and life was pretty sweet. The parties were great, the atmosphere was great, and the guys were great, well most of them, and the opportunities were tremendous. I was president for a year, treasurer for a year, rush chair, social, etc….. I also used the fraternity as a platform to get involved in the Inter-Fraternity Council and individually was involved in a whole host of other well respected and known clubs and organizations throughout campus. I was always serious, responsible, and the guy that others would come to when they needed something done. I was respected. No one ever fucked with me, including during pledging because I was a difficult guy to read. (and that has carried on throughout my life) Living in a fraternity house; with the group showers, the pool, intramurals, all sorts of outdoor activities, the retreats, and all of the drunken debauchery, for 3 years provides one with endless opportunities to really get to know other guys. Did I think some had great bodies? Absolutely! Did I think some of them were attractive? Absolutely! Did I admire some of those great attractive bodies? Absolutely! But there was NEVER a time that I jerked off fantasizing about one of my brothers. I was also NEVER sexually attracted to any of them. Did I really know what I wanted at that time? Yes! What I wanted were friends. What I wanted was to be successful. What I wanted was to enjoy and be into fucking chicks. What I wanted was the picture perfect life that I was leading and the future filled with endless opportunities. What I wanted was to be like them, straight!
So it was in those years where I made the conscious choice to lead my life in a direction that I wanted it to go. In life whenever I have wanted something, I do what it takes to make it happen. So I made it happen that I wouldn’t be gay. And since birds of a feather flock together I decided that I was going to be the lead bird. Since I thought I found my flock, guys who I really got along with, guys who I cared about, and guys whom we shared a lot of similar interests, plans, and goals, I was not going to fly away nor lead them off into a different direction. I was going to lead them to success and great times and that’s what I did. Life was real good, so figuring out who I really was and what I really wanted sexually was going to have to wait. And as it turns out wait I did, forever chasing the mirage of heterosexuality!
The Refreshments-"Mekong"
1 comment:
Great post! We had similar college experiences. Going into it, I fully expected to be married by the time I graduated. It just sort of fit in with my perfect plan that didn't pan out just so perfectly.
Isn't it amazing what a man can accomplish when sex is not a real option??? Part of me wishes I could go back to a state of denial about my sexuality so I could just fucking focus on my work more, but I suppose if sex isn't a distraction, then the immense pressure of suppressing one's sexuality would be a distraction instead.
Structure was a great store! I miss it terribly. Express for men is so flaming! LOL
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