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[–]dilsencySame-sex community 11 insightful - 1 fun11 insightful - 0 fun12 insightful - 1 fun -  (2 children)

(gay children don’t exist)

More and more, I'm starting to think this is true. [...] Sexual orientation requires sexual desire and feelings and an ability to process that

While I didn't know I was gay at the time, or what gay was, I remember being very interested in the older boys when I was in 3rd grade (so around 8–9 I guess). And showing no such interest in the girls. I don't think sexual desire is the only component of being same-sex attracted, all I wanted was a hug.

[–]xanditAGAB (Assigned Gay at Birth) 6 insightful - 1 fun6 insightful - 0 fun7 insightful - 1 fun -  (0 children)

I was drawn to boys before puberty as well. Not in a sexual way, obviously, but not in a just friend way.

[–]RedEyedWarriorGay | Male | 🇮🇪 Irish 🇮🇪 | Antineoliberal | Cocks are Compulsory 2 insightful - 1 fun2 insightful - 0 fun3 insightful - 1 fun -  (0 children)

That is a good point. There are indicators of what sexual orientation a child would have when he or she grows up. When I was a small boy, I preferred sitting on my dad's lap than my mam's lap, and I stopped sitting on my mam years before I stopped sitting on my dad. But I was closer to my mam because she stayed at home and also took my grievances more seriously than dad did. Also when I was small, I liked being picked up and carried by my uncles and male older cousins, than by my aunts and female older cousins.

When I was child and we had guests come over, I got more attention from female guests than from male guests. But if a female guest ignored me, I ignored her as well. I was close to a lot of my aunts and older female cousins, but those women made a lot of effort to bond with me, so they easily won me over. Male guests would also seek my attention, but they didn’t have to. An uncle or older male cousin would visit the house and walk right pass me to talk to my dad or my mam, and I would follow him and sit next to him. He’d let me sit on his knee but he still focused on my dad or mam and otherwise ignored me. Which was still fine by me. I could remember being five or six and my aunt and uncle coming over to visit my parents. I played with and talked to my aunt, but I was leaning towards her while I was sitting on my uncle's knee, and my uncle was talking to my parents.

Maybe my parents knew I was gay all along.