I’m From Rostov, Russia. I came to the U.S. 6 years ago. I was born in Kiev, Ukraine and when I was 3 years old I move to Rostov, Russia and I was put in foster care because my biological mother was a drug addict. She died 10 years ago from cocaine and heroin overdose. I never met my biological father. I lived in foster care for 8 years and I was adopted when I was 11 years old.
I’m From Adelaide, SA, Australia. I knew I was gay. When I was alone. In the dark, in the safe cocoon of my bed. When my own hands touched myself, and those images and thoughts went toward the movie star, the guy I had seen on the street, or my best friend. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. I used to be in a band, I was the bass player - I still am! But at that time, there was no way you could come out, it just wasn’t done.
I’m From Springville, UT. After serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons) life had quickly changed from the hot, humid days of missionary labor in Venezuela to the cold, dark days of winter and school in Utah. The first semester of college was partially isolated and lonely. Cory, however, stood out to me. We sat next to each other in class and helped each other with coursework. His sense of humor, thrift-store style and willingness to serve in the Church won him a unique spot in my heart.
I’m From Anaheim, CA. I kept looking at the clock on my computer screen. It had been another long day at the office. Is it almost 4:30 yet? I could not wait to leave. Aside from having too much to do for an upcoming deadline, I had to sit and stare at the back of his big head. My ex of five months sitting in front of me; the man I managed to fall in love with and the one that also broke my heart. I still loved him, but equally hated him for his callousness towards me both personally and professionally.
I’m From Staten Island, NY - Video Story. I love my roommate Chris, more than anyone. My roommate Chris has to okay every guy that I date or go on dates with or that I’m interested in. He’ll either have something where he’ll literally just come over to the apartment and Chris will grill him with questions…will either do that or will “pretend” run into my roommate Chris onto the street, when it’s really, I’ve been texting Chris the whole time exactly where we are, and you know, be here at this time because we’re gonna run into you.
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