The Sex Adventures Of A Gay Time Traveler

Am I that kind of gay?

Shortly after my 55th birthday, I spoke publicly for the first time about my sexual assault as a teen and how that and several bad experiences made me vulnerable to believe all the ex-gay stigma against gay sex. I also shared a bit about how that all is healing and being replaced with sex-positive thoughts, emotions, and experiences.

With permission from my husband, today, I am launching a new series of private posts about this sexual adventure I am on. I feel like a gay time traveler because there was close to a thirty-year absence from the last time I had sex in the early ‘90s and when I came out again in 2015. That’s a long time, and while the mechanics have stayed the same, everything else, like dating, safety, toys, understanding, and responsibility (all that and more), has changed in many ways.

I don’t see myself writing in the style of a Penthouse Letters fantasy porn or starting an Only Fans channel. However, given the subject matter, I do not doubt these posts will be risque in their own way. My goal with these posts isn’t to be all porny but to document my sexual journey hoping it will encourage others who were hurt, abused, and frankly … afraid of sex. I want to help those who escaped the religious stigmatizing world move beyond fears and experience their good gift of sexuality… without shame and in pure honesty. Also, I am not Dr. Ruth and do not claim to be an expert. I am also not thinking others should follow my lead on sexual exploration. I am simply sharing my journey.

Now, to the question, “Am I that kind of gay?”…...