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Last summer, I had a Damascene moment in Soho Square. My eyes wandered the lengths of intertwined couples&#; bodies as they lay kissing in the grass, my peripheral vision softening to the mass of relaxed, happy gay men, and my heart pounded as it sank. Why? Because I&#;m a gay guy in my late 20s who has never had any kind of intimate relationship. I&#;m not just talking fucking here—I&#;ve never even squeezed another man&#;s hand. I am a complete virgin.
I&#;m quite up and down about the reality of the situation. There are moments where I reflect, I don&#;t care, I&#;ll happily die a virgin, and find fulfillment elsewhere. But the base, primal need for human intimacy, at other times, leaves me crying.
Obviously, it all stems from a lack of confidence. From fear. I am from a very conservative Indian family where relationships—let alone sexuality—were seldom discussed. I remember watching TV growing up and, at the slightest whiff of two people engaging in even the most innocuous act of intimacy—a touch,
I’m a gay virgin in my thirties and I’m racked with social anxiety and trauma. What can I do?
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"Honestly, as far as I recognize, I'm the only gay virgin in Buffalo," says Michael Empric, 24, who does public relations for the American Red Cross, drinks skim milk, doesn't smoke, loves TiVo and going to the gym, and was chosen as 's "Hottie of the Day" this past February. Empric dated women before he started coming out during his senior year of college, but he didn't have sex with them. "I never made the connection between the strong feelings I had for men and actually being gay," he says. That is, until he did an inventory of his enthusiasms and started doing the math. "I was like, 'Duh. I like shopping, and watching The Golden Girls. There's a pattern here.'"
The pattern of cultural passions that helped Empric come to understand that he is gay doesn't make him particularly unusual. Gay men and lesbians have used Bea Arthur, Barney's sales, mullet haircuts, and U-Haul trucks as touchstones of sexual identity for decades. But for gay people in previous generation
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Dear How to Execute It,
I’m a gay gentleman who likes hooking up. It’s fun and I make it a priority to be safe, sane, and sober in these interactions. A recent experience has me reeling, though. A hookup arrived at my house—more handsome than I’d expected, in his very early 20s, and a little shaky, which I chalked it up to inexperience. He said it was his first time meeting a guy on an app. That’s when it started to get weird.
We began to kiss, but then he started to cry. He confessed he was a virgin, and that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue, or whether he was even gay at all! I was a little shocked and just held him until he stopped crying. I told him he’d done nothing wrong and that trusting your instincts is a good notion. He calmed down and said he wanted to continue, but I said that I couldn’t, and while he wasn’t at fault, I couldn’t be his first time: He needed to find