Real gay stories
In the year of our fickle goddess 2022, we undertook a massive Autostraddle Reader Survey, and out of that survey so much information and so many delightful anecdotes were shared with us, including the tidbits I common in a list entitled “The 68 Absolutely Gayest Ways You Met Your Gay Partner(s).” But there were some stories about how you met your significant other(s) that were a brief bit longer and a lot bit adorable, and today I am here to share some of those with you.
“We met at an interview for art school nine years ago. She hated me immediately. She also had a boyfriend and identified as unbent. Reader, I married her.”
“We were friends and neighbors when we were petty kids, but my family moved to a different part of town and we lost handle. In 2021, our parents ran into each other at Lowe’s and were basically like “Hey, my kid’s queer and mentally ill too!” I reached out on FB and we spent the next 6 months trying to figure out how to ask each other out. It finally happened over TikTok DMs.”
“Returning abode to Malaysia after 11 years of studying in the UK on a music scholarship, I got my first job at a local music
When we were growing up there were few (if any) lgbtq+ love stories around for us to be exposed to, whether in real life, on TV, or anywhere else in the media.
We would have absolutely loved to have been able to learn that gay love stories do exist and that same-sex attracted relationships and gay romance could be real, true and loving.
That’s why in this blog publish we wanted to share some real-life gay love stories from some of our followers on Instagram in the hope that we can spread the communication that love really is for all. [no_toc]
Real Life Gay Care for Stories
Branden and Stephen
Our first lgbtq+ love story is from Branden and Stephen:
‘It was 2009, Branden was in the closet, looking to find a relationship on an online dating site; Stephen, also seeking a relationship replied.
We talked online for several days, then we finally made the leap to meet in person.
Our first date was at a local brewery where we talked for hours and played pool. We hit it off immediately, both growing up in the rural parts of Alberta and this being our first queer relationship, we had so much in common.
Fast forward a month and we became “official” boyfriends. We were head over hee
March 1978
“Do you perform rugby?”
That was the first question I was asked at my first-ever interview for a full-time job.
“And what about girlfriends? How many do you have?”
That second question was just as simple to answer as the first. Yes, I had lots of girlfriends, but probably not in the way my future handsome boss was asking.
But worse was to appear.
Two weeks later, I started my job as an office junior and settled in posthaste, but I had to hide the fact that I was gay.
I did everything I could to stay in the closet. I had to construct sure nobody suspected. I even made jokes about rugby balls being bent to the office manager, a strange-looking man who was years ahead of being one of the professors from Harry Potter. I felt ashamed of myself, but it was something I thought I had to do to protect who I was.
But, worse still, I made these jokes in front of a colleague who everyone in the office (apart from me at the time) suspected was gay. Nobody wanted to state the elephant in the room.
At first, I didn’t realise Paul was lgbtq+ even though he spoke about Kenny a lot. One day, he took a telephone notify from Kenny; the secretary opposite loo
When I woke up that Saturday morning, little did I know that something I was hiding from view from others was about to have the key put in the ignition and set me off on a journey that was to develop the life I was born with.
It was a Saturday morning like any other Saturday morning. I always got up first because I’m an initial bird.
After breakfast, I’d position down and watch Multi-Coloured Swap Shop – a children’s TV show on Saturday morning.
The proof that I was 17 years old didn’t set me off from watching it. I loved watching it. It got my weekend off to a perfect start.
Just after midday, I always went into town to buy an array of snacks for myself for the evening. I still preferred to spend Saturday evenings indoors watching television like I did on Saturday mornings.
My parents thought it peculiar for a boy my age to want to stay in on a Saturday evening. At the time, I thought they knew nothing about why I did not yearn to go out. Years later, I discovered my mother had already suspected I was gay.
Whereas boys my age were going out to drink alcohol and date girls, my Saturday evening treat was the snacks (including a small trifle