I figured out that I was transgender and definitely more attracted to men when I was in my 20s, but I tried a traditional role, and almost managed it. After I got divorced 3 years ago I decided that I needed to at least try living as a gay man, to see whether it would fit me well enough.
It was ok for a while, I guess, and I had a couple of wonderful boyfriends who remain close friends, even though their ex-boyfriend is now an ex-girlfriend (poor things - how do they cope?

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But the thing that left me absolutely baffled was the general attitude to casual sex. "Forget about relationships; go out and have sex, lots of it" was the almost unanimous advice I got from my gay friends. So, rather reluctantly, I tried it. By the time I got to the doped-out hairdresser where the entire experience - from Grindr to finding myself back on the street - lasted a whole 20 minutes, I knew this was definitely not for me. Plus, I was gradually letting go of two decades of mental repression, and The Girl was starting to flex her eyelashes (is that even possible?)
Last night a dear gay couple, my oldest friends in Madrid, celebrated 13 years together. And after dinner at a place I recommended, they were going to return to their hotel suite where "Two boys" were waiting for them. And then they sent me the pictures.

Aaaaaargh! Not only was this a clear case of way too much information, but also made me see how far I've come, and how impossible it would have been for me to continue trying to be gay.
Phew!
Anyone out there with a similar experience??
xxx
J