I'm gay, my friend's pan. We're at two different but pretty close colleges, and I'm in residence. He knows me so well already from highschool and I know so much about him. We cuddled all the time in high school, if he had a shitty morning I'd just hold him in my arms, and if he was having a great day he'd cuddle me constantly. Really the relationship we have with each other currently is almost like an asexual couple who discuss their kinks and share porn. Seriously, he doesn't just know I'm a furry, he encourages it.>He got out of a cancerous relationship about two or three weeks ago. >It's been two months since I got out of a relationship with a really lame guy.
Everyone wants his dick at college. He tells me about it a lot, too. Today we're texting, and he was in a super good mood because two girls called him a 10/10. Maybe I'm looking too far into it, but this just kinda crushed me. Felt like shit since. I'm a certified 7.5/10. So at college he's got girls (the easy route, he's never been with a guy) throwing themselves at him constantly, and then there's his gross faggot friend who wants to kiss him and let him know if life's shit he'll be there for him. I've never felt like "why aren't i a qt femboy that can turn any guy gay" but that'd totally make shit easier. Hell, he loves traps. I'm a masculine dude, and I love that I'm that "average guy who occasionally talks about design for half an hour" sorta subtle gay. But I don't know if he would. So now I've been sitting in my dorm the last few days acting uncharacteristically, slowing losing interest in everything and shaking like a chihuahua any time something reminds me of this situation. God I wish gay was a choice.