“In the closet” music video, 1992

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“In the closet” music video, 1992
Time to get out of the closet
I dreamed I sucked a dick last night, and it was amazing.
I was in bed with a friend of mine and I started getting amorous with him. I remember reaching down into his pants and grabbing his cock. I remember feeling his balls in my hand as I massaged them. Then I pulled the covers up over my head and moved down his body, pulled his shorts down and put his cock in my mouth.
And one thing that stood out was that I didn’t feel guilty in the dream. I was afraid of getting caught or that someone might see us, but I didn’t have a sense that what I was doing was wrong. It felt good and it felt right.
One day I will make love to a man and have his hardness in my mouth, and it will literally be a dream come true.
GUYS. guys. I just worked myself up to come out to my parents and i didn’t do it. I was literally so close and i just decided not to.
It was also because they changed their routine up a bit, so any other day at this time i may have done it. But not today lmao
lowkey disappointed in myself, but at the same time... idk. i don’t mind the closet, but it’s starting to get a bit musty in here. It used to be a nice, cosy place, but now there are some moths and it’s dusty and i just want to be out, yk?
I went to the library to get The Picture of Dorian Gray. When my dad saw that the book had beem written by Oscar Wilde he said: "Oh that crazy faggot?".
How do you think he would react if he knew that I, too, am a crazy faggot
i came out every night after dinner
i've been writing out prompts all week. snippets of moments of hard breathing in dark rooms and e m p t i n e s s.
but i can't quite get it all out- it gets stuck. plastic. melting to my throat, coating the hollow.
i can remember sitting curled up in the bottom of our linen closet- can't write about the heavy pounding of my chest without making light of ~being in the closet~
but it is not light in there. it is suffocating.
I really dress like this and my parents still think I’m straight.
"Keep it in the closet" 🔥