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It Feels Like I’m Coming Home & It’s About Time…
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I am telling this story for several reasons. One, to say thank you. Thank you to all the writers who have written and entertained my socks off for a year and a half now. Thank you to the readers who have read my stories and been so encouraging. To those of you who aren’t as blessed as I to be able to break free from whatever is keeping you locked up tight, please be encouraged. There is hope. Please hold on and know that there are others out there who are walking that same path. There are many on this site who have walked it ahead of you. Just keep walking and don’t ever give up.
To those of you who feel the need to write discouraging comments, private messages, or even argue about this or that, please stop. Please remember why we are here. Please consider the purpose of this site. This is our family. This is supposed to be a safe place where we can be free to express ourselves. For some of us, this is our only safe place to be gay. Our only place to be free to be who we really are. Let’s try to love on one another and encourage one another. The world is full of those who hate us. Let’s keep this site free of hate and discord and love on each other. We all need it. Life is hard and we all need to be able to come “home” and feel safe. This is my home. Please remember that when you start to write something negative. Home is supposed to be a safe place full of love. Let’s keep it that way.
Thank you for taking the time to read this even thought it’s not a fun and sexy romance fiction. I figured Bette and Tina would be proud of this story and I can give them credit for picking the lock and helping open that closet door.
Peace and LOVE to everyone.
Blessings,
RobbieRob
P.S.
If you need someone to talk to about your own closet, PM me! If not me, PM somebody! You can be sure there are people here who will love on you and help you through whatever you are going through. We gotta lean on each other here peeps. ;)
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Wow thank you for sharing your story.
Bless you. Thanks for sharing
Thank you for your honesty and encouragement.
Hi…. just to say… This is perfect, just plain perfect! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness.. it’s definitely your turn xx
RobbiRob.peace n love to you…thx for sharing. This here story shor’ hit home. Yessum it did done dat!..hows bout you keep a writin yur stories!..you do it so well. Yur talent is right on!..you’ve got a friend in me!.. <(*-*)/
Hey RobbieRob, thank you so much for sharing your story with us!
I am very lucky that my coming out to family and friends and at work was easy, they accepted me for what i am, a proud and open lesbian. I was afraid how they would react, especially my father, but he said that his only wish was that i am happy and happy i am, married for 12 years to a incredible woman.
I know that for the most people like you and BnTinmyhead that wasn’t the case. That is why i admire and respect them greatly for what they had to endure before and after coming out. I only wish that someday everyone can feel save in this world no matter who they love.
Let keep this site a home for everyone.
The first step is the hardest but i am very pleased that you took it.Being afraid is a part of the process and you took the necessary steps in that process to get to where you are and therein lies the courage you never knew you had.BRAVO and keep your head up you are doing great.
I am in tears reading your story
Robbie.Eu could not imagine how
It was hard for you, and also went to
BNT, admirable women and has
my total respect. And you are quite right
let’s stop doing in private message or
Direct message to discuss this or that,
I give my face to slap because I admit that I did
to defend the writing of BNT, we have to respect
This website and Jack who gave us the sanctuary, are all
a large family, and like any family, sometimes
small differences, but the important thing is that we love.
Love all writers, of course there are those who
I love most and have direct contact with some through the
facebook, and would like to take and make a call
those wishing to contact me through facebook
and just send me a message asking for my address
I will have the great pleasure to send.
Bear hug.
All constellation Robb!
WELL SAID MY GOOD FRIEND MC! BEAUTIFUL
Thank you everyone for the comments. It does mean so much. You are all amazing and I cherish your friendship.
RobbieRob, Welcome Home! The first step is always the hardest…accepting yourself with love! Although for many people, myself included, we are so overwhelmed by the messages we received growing up we beat ourselves and set ourselves up for heart aches because of them. Keep moving forward through love and acceptance. You are so worth the journey!
RobbieRob brave to share something this personal. It really strucks me to read that although we curse on the past, we still didn’t make that much of progress. I’m so lucky that my family didn’t think anything of me being gay. Maybe they knew before I did. They accepted me for who I am and they accepted my girlfriend when I introduced her. We’re not together anymore. After seven years we broke up. Still my relatives ask me how she’s doing because we are on speaking terms. She’s still part of my family.
And you’re right we should support each other instead of talking trash. Somehow we don’t understand that we women hold the future. Although we need men to create, we cherish that fruit for nine months. So we should support each other! Have a blessed weekend my friends.
I absolutely love your story, I seen so much of my life into what you wrote its unbelievable..i think what you did took a lot of bravery and I admire you so much…I loved you first story since the beginning but now knowing it was true makes me love it even more….Bravo my friend. Double R, its nice to see you posting again. Please more.