This is a repost from the day I took over @TheTravelinBum’s InstaStory. I like their style of posting a personal blurb with each photo they share—in case you missed it, I wanted to repost it. I thought some of you might like to get some insights into my head. I do like to write and was thinking about share some writing of mine-- in the next few weeks over on the Patreon. Would you have any interest in ready any? (or should I just stick to pics?) Also I attached an extra shot #unfiltered from that same naked beach day. #IdRatherBeNaked Here was my caption: I was in massive denial of my being gay straight though high school; desperately clinging to my well-broadcast crush on @JenniferLoveHewitt. I had photos of her plastered all over my school binders and inside my locker making sure everyone knew I was straight. I remember occasionally “stumbling” upon Gay porn on our family computer and scolding myself after watching it, always swearing I wouldn’t ever again. But I would—the next week, or the next night...or sometimes 5 minutes later. My first inkling of my attraction to men came when I was about 6 while watching Beauty & the Beast. It was when Gaston ripped open to show off his hairy chest. I was very intrigued and couldn’t make sense of what I was feeling (my own Fun Home/“ring of keys” moment). Little did I know I would grow a similar hairy chest of my own. It is an odd and uniquely homosexual sensation to be what you are attracted to. We emulate what we deem to be attractive as a man, whilst also desiring just what it is you’re trying to be. A very literal definition of #SelfLove, something that we can probably all be better at.