Mirror Mirror on the Wall.... Am I Gay?

This post is by no means a bashing of the third sex. In fact, I have a lot of gay friends and love and respect them as my brothers. My topic today is about how I almost lost it when I could not find anyone to talk to about my 'hardship'.

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I have been reviewing my phone book of late, trying to guess which homie won't laugh too much when I tell him about how I couldn't get my tool up long enough to have normal sex.
I was still friends with my ex and she still visited a lot, but we were platonic, which was not really my choice. That week, I found that the worst part of having erection problems is: the more you can't do it, the more difficult it is to do it EVER.

That statement sounded so final, and even now, when I think of that exact time when I doubted everything about me that I knew then. Was I changing orientation? Was I losing it? Did I play bball too much that my real balls somehow dropped?

My internet visits weren't helpful, as all I read about were statistics of how many men under 25 showed symptoms of erectile dysfunction and how these could be symptoms of diseases with names I could not even pronounce. Another article said that the symptoms could be temporary, which gave me hope. And yet, another issue of a man's magazine told me that the ability to get a stiffy might not come back if the nerves are damaged due to physical stress. Then, I found one site that said the most scary thing... "you need to talk to a professional ... psychologist."

I never would have thought that an ED problem could be so complicated.




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