This is my first post, maybe my last depending on the reception, don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for validation as a writer, but I’ve always been insecure about my sexuality. Let me explain, growing up I was as straight as could be, shy, but also straight, at the YMCA showers I’d always hide away in the single stalls, not wanting any other man to look at my naked body, not withstanding my choice for him to do so, sorry, that’s not exactly true, I didn’t think about it nearly as much as it bothered me, I just didn’t want eyes on me, my father made fun of it, “what’re ya hiding?!” He’d exclaim in his own way, not understanding my own fear of displaying myself in front of other guys, it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t understand my own proclivities of lack thereof in the realm of social awareness, I had my own insecurities, my own preoccupations, and if more is to be told let me know you want to hear it, thank you.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/slj8v5/not_my_first_and_not_my_last_encounter_with_my