I'm gay and in the LGBTQ community all everyone cares about is sex; I guess in general too. I love sex, don't get me wrong, but what ever happened to the days where you would take them on a car drive and talk, it's the small things that matter, not sex, because i would love to spend hours just loving someone without sex.

I think when were young we don't think about how other perceive us, but the older I got the more I saw how my body wasn't as fit as some guys, how I didn't have the social skills or confidence, and how I was so different. The older I got the more I realized that I was suffering from many mental illnesses, but having this realization didn't help, if anything it just made me aware that I was broken and lost. I started to ask for help and even started to see a therapist, but everyday I feel like I'm falling deeper and deeper into my suicidal thoughts, but it scares me that it doesn't sound that bad anymore: time, place, and even how I do it doesn't matter. I want to feel happy again, like when I was young. I don't even think that when time passes it will get better, people don't love me and I don't love myself so i should end it now, but I still wanted a good life.

I am a gay male and I never understood why being gay was such a crime and sin to people. I can love a man the same way you can love a woman. I understand that you may find the idea of a man doing things with another man gross, but that's alright because I don't expect a straight man to think that way about another man, just like how I wouldn't think that way about another woman.

I am a gay male and I never understood why being gay was such a crime and sin to people. I can love a man the same way you can love a woman. I understand that you may find the idea of a man doing things with another man gross, but that's alright because I don't expect a straight man to think that way about another man, just like how I wouldn't think that way about another woman.

I think when were young we don't think about how other perceive us, but the older I got the more I saw how my body wasn't as fit as some guys, how I didn't have the social skills or confidence, and how I was so different. The older I got the more I realized that I was suffering from many mental illnesses, but having this realization didn't help, if anything it just made me aware that I was broken and lost. I started to ask for help and even started to see a therapist, but everyday I feel like I'm falling deeper and deeper into my suicidal thoughts, but it scares me that it doesn't sound that bad anymore: time, place, and even how I do it doesn't matter. I want to feel happy again, like when I was young. I don't even think that when time passes it will get better, people don't love me and I don't love myself so i should end it now, but I still wanted a good life.

I don't exactly fall in love easily, but when I do, I fall hard. I never want to make a move and get to nervous to talk to the people I like, so would you take the chance to just ask them out or watch as they move away from you.

I'm gay and in the LGBTQ community all everyone cares about is sex; I guess in general too. I love sex, don't get me wrong, but what ever happened to the days where you would take them on a car drive and talk, it's the small things that matter, not sex, because i would love to spend hours just loving someone without sex.

The Colorado mountains, its where I was born and grew up, it's my home and I can't imagine myself being anywhere else.