Gay Is Not Your Enemy...Please Try To Understand Him!

My friend,

I am feeling very much depressed by the wild behavior and hurting comments of the people surrounding me. I never understand why they are behaving that much wild on me. I never did any thing harm to any one. In fact I always tried to help the people in need. I know my problem. I can’t eliminate it. I know no one can help me. But, at least they can behave as good citizens by not hurting with their comments. You don’t know how much pain I am experiencing due to odd behavior of surrounding people. My friend let me share my story. I hope at least you can understand me properly and become a good friend to me.

I am Sagar, born to traditional parents. My father is working as an officer in a Government office. My mother works as a teacher in a public school. She never comes out of home without performing Archana (puja). It became a habit for me to spend few minutes in our pooja room while my mother performs archana.

I was very normal child. I am one among three children. I have good relationships with my elder brother and younger sister. Until I reached teenage every thing was fine in my life. But, when I was 14 year old boy, I found some changes in me which forced me experience sexual feelings. Felt happy by rubbing those parts which helped me feel happy. I don’t know whether that was right or wrong. Don’t even know whether all boys get such feelings in that young age.

Later slowly I found my self getting curiosity on observing others. But here I faced the problem. I didn’t get the curiosity in observing girls in my class. Instead I got interest in boys. My brother was three years elder to me. He had a girl friend. He used to write poems on her. He used to teach me mathematics. I felt several times to touch him and to hug him. But, was very much afraid because if he gets angry he may punish me severely and complain it to parents. In that way I struggled a lot to keep myself away from my brother and class boys.

I got good rank and joined in a prestigious regional engineering college. As it was in another city, I joined in the college hostel. There I came in friendship with Raghu, my classmate. I realized that Raghu also facing the same problem like me. We discussed our problems and decided to help each other. Whenever I was with Raghu, I felt happy. I don’t think it was love. Don’t know how people define love. I enjoyed his touch and his hug. Raghu shifted to my room and we enjoyed sex the way wished to have. Our friends used to comment us as couple. We never felt bad on those comments.

Actual problem we faced is after completing our engineering course. We both waited until we get the selection into the same reputed company. Against our parents’ opposition, we took an apartment and started living together. Slowly people started commenting on us in a hurting manner. What wrong we did I never understand. We both know that we are having this defect in our creation. As we understand each other in a better way, we decided to live together life long. My parents cried and asked me not to enter their home. They started saying to the society that they have only two children. They gave this reason “if we say about you, your sister will not get a good boy for marriage.” My brother stopped interacting with me. Raghu also faced the same sort of problems at home. Our owner told us to vacate the apartment. He told the reason the remaining apartment people complained him. I never understand what wrong we did. We both are healthy persons. Contacted doctors for cure and did not succeed in it. We behaved very politely with the surrounding men and women. We are not goondas or terrorists. We don’t have plans to throw bombs on innocent people to get devilish pleasure. We are normal as any other human being. We have the abnormality in sexual desires. We are not rapists or dacoits. We are living our own lives, not interfering with others’ lives. Then, why these people interfere into our lives and behave wildly by treating us as not worthy for living? What wrong we did? Can’t they try to understand our problem and treat us as they treat others?

My friend…I shared my story to you not for getting Sympathy. I shared it to you thinking at least u can try to understand us.

Sagar,
A Gay.

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