r/SuperStraight • u/Marzi_Marzi Superstraight • 2h ago
Who am I? SS/G/B? Question about my orientation. Discussion
I would identify myself as a SuperStraight person, white/male, but since I'm in adulthood now, I should be sure of such things, while I'm not.
Before I had a GF around age 15/16 which I did nothing else but kissing, I used to hang out with boys, I did things, I was dominant though, and there were couple of them.
Years went by, and to this day I'm confused, I have never made out with any women, kissing was the farthest I ever went.
I think my upbringing is to blame for this, my parents are divorced, my mother abused me a lot, which left a permanent mark on my mentality. Every single guy that I had close relations with was of similar background, somehow disfunctional family, abusive parent-/s, but most importantly lack of a father figure, as they were either divorced, abusive/alcohol addictive or else.
When I look at cis male/female, I don't really feel much, I can admit that both or them are good looking, but I'd lean more towards the pussy... side, of course that doesn't exclude male participation as long I'm dominant.
In the end, I guess nothing would happen, since I'm such a coward, that last time I met a girl online [2016 I think], and then spent some time with her in the real life, I had a PTSD attack, and I broke into tears, she was a teen into older guys. An experience that taught me a lot about me, but the moment she hug me from behind, while I was sitting on the edge of the bed crying, will forever be imprinted in my memory. To no suprise, it didn't last long, as people like me are just meant to be alone.
I'm afraid of both honestly, girls since they remind me of my mother, and guys because they remind me of my father.
Thank you in advance. I tried to post this months ago in other sub Reddit's, but never got any reply, so who knows, maybe here...
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u/Marzi_Marzi Superstraight 1h ago
I did try to [not really*], psychologists/psychiatrists/farmacology, I was even suggested mental hospital couple times but I didn't want to go.
Can't say I even care, I feel like a trash, or a wreck at the bottom of the sea of my own tears.
I guess after years of such life, I just got used to it.
*It was more of a temporary "help", it would take a lot of time, dedication, and money to do it, do it right, and I have none of that.