At what point did you realize that you were a little homosexual boy?

Watching "Superman" on TV and getting a stiffy.

When I wanted my magic lasso to bring me a cute guy.

[quote] Watching "Superman" on TV and getting a stiffy.

Which Superman?

Watching Peter Brady's fat white boy ass.

when at 7 i kissed my best friend goodbye before he went on vacation. the gasps were audible.

When I realized that I had a crush on Carl Betz, Donna Reed's TV husband.

Mrs. Nunez is dead now!!!!

And I sucked off her grandson.

R4 = Greg Brady

Er, revenge is a dish best served cold, R7?

I remember having puppy love feelings for other boys in my class as far back as first or second grade, but I didn't have any real understanding of what it meant at the time. I didn't have the fully integrated, conscious realization until I was about 15.

R9: Mrs. Nunez's body is dead and cold by now. And she has nobody to blame but herself!

I had a crush on our male second grade student teacher.

I didnt know what that meant until puberty.

I didn't realize it until high school. Didn't accept it until college. For my generation it was very hard to come out in those days before legal protections. Homosexuality was still classified as a mental disorder. Looking back, I can see that I was always attracted to men -but it took me until my late teens to figure out that it was sexual, and that it wasn't just a phase.

R13, when did you suck off your first cock?

My mom called me a sissy faggot when I was five. She let me know I was of no use to anyone. I loved her to death, but she hated me.

[quote] My mom called me a sissy faggot when I was five.

R15 = Mike Pence

When i started wearing my t-shirts off the shoulder like Naomi Harper. I was 6.

When I launched into a monologue to my mother and her friends about the hairstyles of each of the Charlie’s Angels. I thought it was terribly interesting. They, and especially mother, did not.

Magnum PI.

I didn’t recognise it at the time, but seeing Tom Hanks shirtless in “Splash” did stir something.

I saw two buff construction men working while in the back seat of my paren’t car and stripped off all my clothes. I was six.

R10 same here, took til I was about 14 to put two and together, I was crushing on a few boys in my class but didnt figure out what I was until then. Didnt come out properly until I was 18. Rough working class area in the 70's, coming out as gay at that age would have been challenging, but I got it done eventually

I just couldnt participate in kiss chasing at age 5. I remember the other boys trying to force me And them knowing I was different. I recall at age 7, other class mates heckling me about being a girl. It went on for years both at school and where I lived. it was pretty severe. Then as I got older the gay slurs were heckled at me. I remember at about 12 a guy heckling me with giz a blow job...it was honestly the first time I ever heard the term. I was 12 going on 9. My dad would call me a Sissy. Yeah, good times! By age 15 all my childhood friends had realised I wasn't 'useful' in terms of dating. The girls didn't want a boy going with them to flirt with the local boys(some of whom had bullied me) and the few boy friends I had needed another Bro as a wingman, not a sensitive 15 year old going on 11. I was 17 b4 I had an experience, cruising in a loo. Quite sad really. But hey, I found Love, im rich and have amazing friends...bring gay suits me and I found my people I guess.

I can think of many things that led me to that realization, and I will, but it was the literal voice in my head, not even in my own voice, saying "YOU'RE GAY." I can say I felt different from the time I was four years old. I guess my awakening was when I was thirteen years old, and on Saturdays, I went to a ceramics class taught by a guy named Randy. This was 1988-89 and he was still stuck in 1979, bandanna, unbuttoned shirt, bell-bottoms, and quite hairy, I was painting my piece of ceramics, and he was cleaning the seam of greenware and blowing off the dust, and right before my eyes I was witnessing a vision of myself unzipping his fly taking his cock out and jerking him off.

As some others above I had at least one major crush in 7th grade but still didn’t put it together until—

At age 15 or so the CBS Thursday Night movie was showing the 1961 version of Fanny. It was the first I had seen of Horst Buchholz, “the German James Dean.” If you know the Pagnol story, about fifteen minutes in, his character, who is on the eve of going off to sea for years, spends the night with his childhood sweetheart played by Leslie Caron. Her mother has gone out of town to care for a sick aunt but returns sooner than expected and finds them in bed. Being French, she does not get hysterical but closes the door and goes off to his father (Charles Boyer) to begin making marriage plans. Buchholz leaves and takes a back way home where, to pretend he has been there the whole night, he changes into pajamas. For about three seconds he is unexpectedly shirtless.

My heart suddenly beats faster. It slowly occurs to me that if they had slept together Leslie Caron has seen him, not just shirtless, but completely naked. My heart, faster still. And then— that she not only saw him naked but got to feel him, all of him, as well. I was close to an old-fashioned Tennessee Williams-Alma Winemiller-style swoon and finally put it all together.

When I realised at 4yo that walking in mens footprints on the sand gave me a warm belly feeling. Didn't know what it was.

My family used to go to a beach in which there was a " changing facility" which was just a maze of cinder block cubicles which had no partitions. Instead of playing in the water or sand like every other kid, when I was 13, I would constantly walk through the facility to get a glimpse of naked guys changing. I wore a long t-shirt to hide my hard dick.

Earrings.

Caftans.

DAY ONE

So young I can’t remember.

R23 I had a similar experience that ruined my self esteem for a very long time.

Being mixed race can create very feminine features. I think a lot of mixed race guys even fight them with the way they style their hair or beards or jacking up.

Whereas I just embraced it cause I was gay so I was always called a “girl”.

Girls called me ugly or “you would be pretty IF you were a girl”.

So I always thought I was absolutely hideous and no one liked me.

That all changed when I turned 18 and left school. Suddenly I was beautiful, exotic, gorgeous. Even in my late 30s people think I’m in my 20s and that I’m beautiful.

And once I started talking to guys, I started connecting the dots from school. About two guys in high school who I believe liked me but I was way too insecure and scared and paranoid to have ever taken the hints.

For as long as I can recall, I knew I was different and not like the other boys. One of my earliest memories is of touching a man's face and feeling his beard (and loving it) but I don't know who the man was or how I came to touch his face. My mother told me (when I was in my 30s) that even when I was a toddler I wanted to be picked up and held by men, which was painful to hear because the moment I realized I was a little homosexual boy was when I was 4 and my brother called me a fag. When I didn't know what that meant he told me to go ask mom. She said it meant homosexual and (quoting it exactly as it is a memory seared into my brain that I cannot forget) that "in the animal kingdom, when the animals know one is homosexual they gang up on him and kill him." So I spent the next 10 or so years believing that if my family found out I was gay, they would kill me.

The conversation in my 30s in which my mother told me she knew I was gay from when I was just a baby was gut wrenching for both of us. I recounted her telling me the animal kingdom line, she vehemently denied saying it but, well, I can recall when and where the conversation happened, what she was doing, what she was wearing, every word, and how I withdrew into my fear. She sobbed when I told her what that conversation that was so inconsequential to her that she didn't remember it did to me, and she started putting the pieces together saying she had always wondered why her sweet little boy who was friendly and gregarious turned on a dime and became shy and reclusive. She thought it was sending me to preschool, and in a way it was because the gay=death question and answer happened just prior, and all I knew was I had to keep my secret secret.

I went to a private Christian school for kindergarten. Another boy and I got caught several times with our pants down on the playground. To this day I can visualize the teacher and her bright red face yelling and shaking her finger in my face.

I lived in total fear for a couple years thinking I’d have to shower after PE in middle school. I just knew I would get hard. Thankfully we ended up not having to shower after class, such a huge relief at the time. We all stunk but I was definitely okay with that.

I remember very clearly having a crush on a boy in 4th grade. That was the start of it for me.

I was a very sheltered as a kid so I didn't think of myself as gay until I got my first laptop at age 15. I had a moment where I thought "oh shit, I'm only interested in looking at naked men and cum. I guess that means I'm gay". I came out at 18.

I'm jealous of the people who knew when they were 7.

1959 at the age of 6. My mother and I were in the pharmacy one day. While she was waiting on a prescription I asked her if I could go over to the magazine rack and look at the comic books. While at the rack I noticed a male physique pictorial magazine and I picked it up and started thumbing through the pages. Each page had the most handsome muscular men posing in tight swimming trunks. I didn't know the feelings were that this pictures caused in me but I knew I liked it. After that I took every opportunity to look at as many muscular men in magazines as possible. The day I found a magazine that had men in what I would eventually discover were called 'posing straps' I almost swooned. That magazine actually showed their firm naked asses. By that time I knew what I liked and what I wanted.

When the gorgeous man next door had me sitting on his lap and I liked it. I was around 5 or so.

Oh, and then I also had an intense crush on the boy in front of me the next year in first grade.

My God this DL thread reeks of Old Spice and piss.

It took more than one dick to turn me into a little homosexual boy.

1980. I was 12 and they opened up a recycling center just down the road, and I found a bunch of thrown-away teen mags featuring boys as sex symbols. Tiger Beat and 16 mostly. I was all kinds of turned on. I brought the magazines home and squirreled them away, forbidden, and it’s no coincidence that I figured out masturbation a very short time later.

His name was Palo. We were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few years older than I: very cute, dark curly hair, dreamy eyes.

I can’t remember a moment in my life in which I wasn’t aware that I wasn’t like the other boys and they never let me forget it. In elementary school the bullying was pretty bad so I became The Best Little Boy in the World and found refuge under the skirts of old women who positively encouraged my faggotry. The summers I spent with my grandmother and her librarian friends were some of the happiest times of my childhood: nothing to do but make watercolor copies of impressionist paintings from coffee table books, read poetry and watch soap operas. I loved taking my time browsing the men’s underwear aisle and, at 5 or 6 YO, stared at a man in the bus so intensely my mother had to apologize. I can still see his face and his gorgeous green eyes.

I had a crush on this boy in summer camp. He was in the next bunk over. We ended up sleeping in his bunk together, and always sat together on the bus, even holding hands. Then camp ended and I never saw him again. I had no shame about it, and the other boys didn't give us any issue either. Lots of boys paired up like that. But i really took inventory of this as a nine year old. I knew i loved that experience more than I liked girls.

As for the "campy" side of things, very much in the vein of describing the hairstyles of Charlie's Angels like the above reply, i used to wear my mother's wigs and do commercials for random objects around the house. I recall picking up my mother's brown suede cigarette case and holding it like Janice on The Price is Right, but doing a full commercial for it. When I closed the metallic clasp, and it made a crisp little sound, I declared "now, you hear that sound? Now you know that your cigarettes are safe and will not suffer any "damage".".. pronounced like garage or dressage. Man, the whole house loved that. Everyone started saying damage like that around the house, and I was asked to repeat the commercial when company came over. My mother was tickled, and she knew very well she had Lauren Bacall trapped in a little boy's body.

Not till my early-mid 20s. And that is even when I sucked a dick of a friend when I was around 14. In retrospect, it seems amazing it took me that long to put the pieces together, but it’s true. I think I was just absolutely terrified to think that it could be that, which put a huge mental denial block in place. But when it all eventually clicked, everything made sense and I had a huge feeling of joy come over me.

^I will add to the mix that I still vividly remember how horrified my mother was when I picked up the Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman board game at a garage sale. It’s as if she knew what it meant, but it was beyond my comprehension at the time.

I’m surprised and amused there was a Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman board game.

Indeed, this should be the mandatory image to attach anytime someone posts a Mary! on the DL.

I developed a crush on my soccer coach when I was in grade school.

r41 Get it, Miss Shanghai Lily!

MARY!

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MARY!

MARY!

MARY!

At age 7 running around in my backyard with a sheer curtain around my shoulders pretending I was Fay Wray in King Kong, which I had just seen on the late-night movie channel. I climbed the monkey bars and began screaming as I imagined that big hairy hand cupping my bottom.

Later that year I created a card game about the Miss America pageant where I was always crowned the winner. My dad loved that pageant, but he hated his sissy son.

Papa died but I'm still here.

R18 It's amazing how many women from 70s television brought out the gay in so many of us back then - Charlie's Angels, Wonder Woman, Suzanne Somers, etc.

Is that old "Born This Way" website still around? It had some sweet and hilarious funny stories.

R53, that adorable. 😂

R53 I used to pretend I was Morticia from the Addams Family and shuffle around like her in her tight-around-the-ankles spider dress.

My friend and I used to put towels on our heads and pretend we were Cher.

A few years later, we would have disco dancing contests in the basement.

[quote] My friend and I used to put towels on our heads and pretend we were Cher.

Both of you were Cher?

R59 one at a time!

watching after school B&W re-runs of 'Sea Hunt' with Lloyd Bridges, in the 1960s

R54, I missed loving Wonder Woman as a telltale sign of gayness because I was a comic book nerd from way back and was also thrilled by Shazam!, Isis, and the Super Friends being on TV.

The sign I didn't miss was how great my friend from down the street looked mowing lawns in his gym shorts and sneakers when we were 12.

Hah R62 I was just about to say the same thing, I was about the same age (12) when the tall, hairy DILF down the street would mow his lawn shirtless during the summer. The first time I walked by and saw him (as he waved to me) I thought I would faint.

When I was a 47 year old woman.

R61 Ha, I hadn't thought of Sea Hunt in a long, long time. I remember being intently focused on which side of his junk the strap from the oxygen tanks ran. I should have known earlier than I did... being a child of the 60s I embraced "free love" in all its definition (theoretically, of course... I didn't have sex with a man until I was 26) but assumed everyone had this response to others of their same gender. I liked women, I liked women's bodies, I lived with a woman. That complicated my understanding. I was not bisexual, I fell in love with other men.

I asked my mother what gay meant after an episode of All In The Family. The one with Edith’s lesbian relative. She explained it to me and said that men could be gay as well.

I thought to myself, “that’s me!”.

I was either 6 or 7, depending on whether or not it was a re-run.

Later, I remember my mother being so relieved when I told her Chrissy Snow was my favorite character on tv. By then, I already knew to tell her what she wanted to hear.

6-7!!

Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman

R51 I can’t believe someone caught that reference. I’ve been waiting my entire adult life to make that utterance.

I was also a little Wonder Woman, gay, and I'd spin around my front yard, chanting "you're a wonder wonder woman! over and over until I fell down dizzy. My favorite thing to do was pretend I was Alice, in Wonderland. I loved tea, and snack time was tea time. Little Debbie cakes were the "eat me" or "drink me" cakes, and I would talk to myself in a British accent, saying one side will make you grow larger, etc. I got my first real spanking by my aunt for pushing my grandma away and reenacting Ms.Gulch trying to get Toto in her basket. In my best Judy Garland, I said, "OH, YOU WICKED OLD WITCH!" and YOU GO AWAY OR I'LL BITE YOU MYSELF. I was more hurt by no one knowing that's what I was doing. In school, on the playground, I was being asked all the time if I was gay. I didn't quite know what that meant. I didn't know how other kids my own age could have. I was never bullied, just teased. It wasn't until I was late in my high school years that I got bullied. I never missed a made-for-TV movie! But Grandma, I can't go to bed yet! I've GOT to watch the end of The Burning Bed! In 4th grade, we had an incredible looking young sub teacher, Mr.Buckman. I was fixated on his khaki pants, hoping he would go into full Hulk mode and they would rip apart. Before that, I thought Speed Racer was the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

My elementary school years were Wonder Woman (the show was syndicated in the afternoons on a local channel). My middle school years went like this: Every day after school I would come home, make a salad, pour a glass of Diet Coke and watch Oprah and Attitudes on Lifetime. I thought Linda Dano was fabulousness personified and hung on her every utterance.

Nobody was the least bit surprised that I turned out gay.

God Bless You Linda Dano!

[quote] Is that old "Born This Way" website still around? It had some sweet and hilarious funny stories.

I do remember a previous thread here with a similar subject matter and it, too, had some very funny and sweet stories.

It's nice to hear stories about parents loving their flamboyantly gay kid.

[quote]My God this DL thread reeks of Old Spice and piss.

We can't all be as charming as you appear to be.

The first time that I dialed the phone with a pencil.

I knew when I was nine and had a huge crush on a boy in my school. the crush went away, but I remembered I had had it. By the time i was twelve and becoming more sexual I knew for sure which kinds of bodies I preferred.

I recall the boy next door asking me "do you have a cun, or a ding?"

I looked at him and told him to enunciate, that the words were CUNT and DINK. Looking back, that was kind of gay of me.

My mom had a sort of tutu which I started wearing around the house when I was about 10. I would sit on the floor and spread it around me thinking I was in "Gone with the Wind". I remember my dad asking me, "When are you going to take that off?!?" When one of my friends came over and even ran outside to greet him wearing it. I didn't understand why he then wanted to hang out with my brother instead of me. My brothers teased me about it so much that I started denying that I ever wore it and my mom told them never to mention it again.