Six years ago on March 17th I kissed Jonah for the first time. At the time, it was both wonderful and awkward; scary and terrific; and I was full of so many conflicting feelings, among them incredible guilt; incredible excitement; and love, love, love! You can read about it here.
I remember the date well because it was both St. Patrick's Day and my brother's birthday. Jonah and I were in Anaheim because we were on a Disneyland trip (our first time together).
Six years later and what seems to be a lifetime ago, kissing Jonah was one of the very best first steps I took to what has become a very happy and satisfying life. I am filled with enormous gratitude for where I am now and how far I've come in my journey as a gay man.
No regrets. Not one.
2 comments:
The first time I kissed a man was electric. That was when I finally knew I was gay. The guy dropped me two weeks later.
I did not date or kiss another man until my guy and I started dating last fall. Our first kiss was even more wonderful.
He bent over to kiss me last week as I was being wheeled into the Operating Room. That felt wonderful, too.
This makes me smile! Someday I will know what you know!
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