When Will MY Time Come?

There are so many days that I question my life. I ask myself, "How come I don't have friends," "How come no one has hired me for a job after all of the applications and interviews," "How come I haven't found love," "How come my relatives don't like me," and "How come I don't have anything to look forward to?" Throughout my childhood, friendship was foreign and being bullied was a regular occurrence. In my college years, I felt like my life would drastically change and I would have the social life I always dreamed of. That didn't happen. When I graduated from college, I felt that a few months would go by and I would have employment in my field. That didn't happen. As I sit here typing this post, I am wondering what the new year will bring for me... I am wondering if I will make it to see 2015. All I can say is that I hope me and my household make through 2014 in its entirety. I am so desperate for a positive change in my life. I want to go out and be a part of the hustle and bustle of humanity. I want to experience real friendship and genuine social connections. I don't want to become a recluse or a hermit, constantly surrounded by the four walls of my room. When will I be free from my loneliness? My mother always tries to encourage me and she believes that this experience that I am going through is momentary. She says that maybe my time just hasn't come yet and that maybe my time will come in the near future. Although I do my best to believe my mother's words and also have faith in God that my life will change, I can't help but feel doubt and uncertainty. It has been so long since I felt confident about my personal and professional progression. I have been on eight job interviews this year with no positive end results and I had to remove myself from the association of people that I thought were my friends. It has been discouraging and disheartening. Still, I am doing my best to hold on and live life one day at a time without bitterness or grief...

Gay Ole Times: The Chocolate Aspie's Adventures Of Romance And His Regrets, Part Two

In April of 2012, I was back on A4A once again chatting with a man about 15 years my senior. We had great conversations, but I had my own personal dilemmas going on that made me apprehensive about going forward with him. I even chose to renounce my homosexuality and anything sexual, mainly because I was experiencing homophobia from certain individuals that I love (For example, my paternal grandmother said that I was going to Hell for being gay). At that time, I felt that people would like me better and fully accept me if I weren't gay. After wrestling with my feelings, I decided that I was ready to meet him. After taking me on my first date and hooking up with him at his parents' home with them inside, the connection immediately fell apart (Mom actually called him and told him to never call me again when she found out we engaged in sexual activity in his parents' house with them there). After that mishap, I decided to delete my A4A account indefinitely. Never again would I rely on an online dating site. Months later in October, I met a man on Facebook 22 years my senior. Though he lived in College Park, GA, he was in New York City at the time helping a friend move. It was also the same time that Hurricane Sandy came ashore on the East Coast, so my new "friend" was stranded there. Once he came back to Georgia, we met and engaged in intimate activity. At first, the connection was going fine, but then in the following year, I realized I was made part of his homosexual harem with other guys he met. Looking back on it, it was horrible how us guys who barely knew each other, would engage in sexual activity with one another at one time. Needless to say, I no longer associate with that man or the group...

I have a few regrets. I regret thinking that having sex with someone meant that someone truly cared for me, I regret using online dating sites in an attempt to find love and companionship, and I regret that I didn't have the common sense to know that I was being used. I do not, however, coming out and living my truth and I don't regret holding off on sexual activity for a while. I realize that having Asperger's Syndrome makes it difficult for me to navigate through romantic or sexual situations. With that being said, I am focusing on the betterment of ME! Just because I am gay, does not mean that I am a piece of meat or a boy toy. 

Gay Ole Times: The Chocolate Aspie's Adventures Of Romance And His Regrets, Part One

DISCLAIMER: For those individuals who are offended by same gender love or sexual situations, please discontinue reading now.

When I came out as gay to my mother on Sunday, July 21, 2010, I had no real idea of what being a same gender loving man really meant. I didn't have a role model to look up to, nor did I have an example of how to successfully navigate in "the gay life." Mom, although bisexual for nearly thirteen years of my life, was in the fourth year of marriage to her second husband at the time of me coming out to her. For the first time in my life, I was truly on my own. My narrow, barely 18-year-old mind could only think about the sense of relief I felt admitting my secret truth. The many lessons I would learn as a gay man would come strictly through experience, not common sense. Some of those lessons would be extremely tough ones to learn.

Even though I was in college, I never experienced romance or even puppy love. I never knew what it was to be someone's boyfriend. No one in high school really wanted me, and so I stayed in my own isolated shell. I was bound and determined to have a relationship in my college life, but I just didn't know how to make that happen. Months after I came out, I was introduced to a gay dating site called Adam4Adam (A4A). The person that told me about it said it was a great site to meet other same gender loving men like myself. I almost immediately created a profile and put myself out there. In March of 2011, while Mom was recuperating at Emory University Hospital in Atlanta after a kidney transplant, I would begin internet chatting with the man who would take my virginity. He was 24 years my senior and we really had no business being involved with each other. He should have respectfully rejected me, but little did I know, he was a "chicken hawk" (According to the Urban Dictionary, a "chicken hawk" is a gay term for an older man that constantly chases after younger men). A couple of weeks after we started communicating online, I was in his bedroom, becoming his conquest. For the next three months, we hooked up on and off at his apartment, WITHOUT protection. In my mind, I felt like we were building something special... I was totally wrong. He discontinued talking to me by the tail end of summer. I was crushed because I realized that he used me just for sex. It wouldn't be the first time I was used in that manner...

By November of that same year (after hooking up with a random guy a month prior - I just wanted to recapture the feeling I had with my first time), I was on Adam4Adam, chatting with a man about 21 years my senior from Metter, Georgia, a smaller city near Savannah. We instantly created a connection and we were smitten by one another. The following month, he came to Atlanta and the moment we saw each other, we decided to be in a relationship. There were so many problems with this. For starters, how do two people intelligently decide to be in a monogamous relationship after talking online for barely a month and meeting up just ONCE? Then, what would a man in his forties want with a 19-year-old besides sexual thrills? Next, who brings his/her two friends to tag along with him/her while meeting up with a person whom you fell in love with for the first time? When I went down to Metter to visit my "boyfriend," I went with no accompaniment. There were so many red flags in that situation, but I couldn't see them at the time. In March of the following year, he dropped a bombshell on me. He claimed that he was unsure about his sexuality. I had no choice but to end the "relationship." Once again, I was extremely disappointed and discouraged about love and romance...