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Sometimes I wonder what the point is to keep on going, lately my life has not been so pleasant. The debts always seem to be high and the funds always low. I have been through so much crap in my life. I wanted to share a bit of my story cause I know that others can be helped from my own personal experience.
*Some names have been changed to respect privacy
I started out on my own in life at the young age of 16 (July 1997), At that time I ran away and moved in with a friend of mine from school he was 19. I stayed there for a few months but then he asked me to leave cause I wouldn't have sex with him ( I was still a virgin at the time). I did the only thing a throw away/run away youth in Fort Lauderdale,FL could do I want to Covenant House, there they took me in with open arms. I was still attending school at the time. I received counseling and love, along with food and shelter. I stayed there til two months before my 18th birthday and then I moved into an all boys home. While I was at the boys home I had my first anal sex encounter with another kid who also stayed at the home I was the one that penetrated him, and I thought to myself I can't be gay I didn't take it up the ass. 9 days after my 18th birthday (Nov 1998) I moved into an adult group home and hated every minute of it. I moved out not knowing where I could go and that was when I met Sandy*.I had sex with her every day for 3 months and when I stopped, she told me to go. The night I left I found myself sleeping behind a dumpster. I was all grimy and dirty the next morning. I had about $50 USD left to my name and used $2 at Mcdonalds for breakfast and $1 for access to the public pool so I could shower in the locker rooms there. I remained homeless for the next 6 months and lost 120 pounds(before I became homeless I weighed 275 pounds) and got heavily involved in alcohol and prescription pain pills I finally found my own place it was in a trailer park and it cost $78 per week and I was earning $300 a week in cash I was working for friend of mine who owned a construction company as his administrative assistant. It worked out perfectly for a while. Then I lost my job due to my drug use, and became a male prostitute, I thought I can earn money for something I enjoy and am good at .Then my landlady found out and I got evicted. To fast forward a bit I continued to sell my body and use drugs continued to get evicted from where I was living because of it.Then I got arrested when I was 22, but that didn't stop me. I continued to sell my body until finally I got so sick of it I threw up in a guys lap when I was giving him a blowjob.
I finally moved in with my mother after my step dad died and got a real job working full time at a discount store. l would go to work and then come home and go to sleep on Friday nights I would order pizza and answer the door naked and end up having sex with the pizza guy or girl, they would normally agree after a $60 tip was offered. That's what started my at risk sex behavior, I had unprotected sex with 18 different pizza guys and 4 different pizza girls. I enjoyed the sex very much, but was not willing to face the consequences. I met a Brazillian guy while I was living with my mother and would get fucked by him every Saturday night in the backseat of his car. I just couldn't avoid the temptation he was about 10 inches hung and it felt so good, of course the drugs and alcohol didn't help my thinking very much. In September of 2004 I gave up drinking for good and have not drank since. I became homeless once again on January 5th 2005, my mother took my rent money and decided that the car payment was more important than rent. I quit my job. On January 18th, 2007 I tested HIV+ and thought my life was over, I wanted to kill myself. I had lots of support from church and was able to get lots of help.I met Bruce on February 5th, 2005 and we have been together since, I have had my ups and downs with life and have learned that I am not a horrible person because of my past, my past make me the wonderful person I am today. I have shared most of story for the past year elsewhere on the board but I wanted to focus on my past at this point in time. I hope that someone here gets at least a little something out of my story.
http://www.lpsg.org/44797-moving-to-florida.html
http://www.lpsg.org/43535-i-miss-my-loved-ones.html
http://www.lpsg.org/51262-yes-i-moved-back-arizona.html
http://www.lpsg.org/50084-enlarged-prostate.html
http://www.lpsg.org/52330-why-some-people-so-mean.html
http://www.lpsg.org/53328-i-am-ok-and-safe.html
http://www.lpsg.org/53712-something-happened-to-my-webpage.html
http://www.lpsg.org/44103-will-getting-oral-surgery-soon.html
http://www.lpsg.org/55903-the-marriage-of-nakedwally-ladygodiva1976.html
http://www.lpsg.org/51657-scared-of-my-illness.html
http://www.lpsg.org/64404-i-finally-did-it.html
*Some names have been changed to respect privacy
I started out on my own in life at the young age of 16 (July 1997), At that time I ran away and moved in with a friend of mine from school he was 19. I stayed there for a few months but then he asked me to leave cause I wouldn't have sex with him ( I was still a virgin at the time). I did the only thing a throw away/run away youth in Fort Lauderdale,FL could do I want to Covenant House, there they took me in with open arms. I was still attending school at the time. I received counseling and love, along with food and shelter. I stayed there til two months before my 18th birthday and then I moved into an all boys home. While I was at the boys home I had my first anal sex encounter with another kid who also stayed at the home I was the one that penetrated him, and I thought to myself I can't be gay I didn't take it up the ass. 9 days after my 18th birthday (Nov 1998) I moved into an adult group home and hated every minute of it. I moved out not knowing where I could go and that was when I met Sandy*.I had sex with her every day for 3 months and when I stopped, she told me to go. The night I left I found myself sleeping behind a dumpster. I was all grimy and dirty the next morning. I had about $50 USD left to my name and used $2 at Mcdonalds for breakfast and $1 for access to the public pool so I could shower in the locker rooms there. I remained homeless for the next 6 months and lost 120 pounds(before I became homeless I weighed 275 pounds) and got heavily involved in alcohol and prescription pain pills I finally found my own place it was in a trailer park and it cost $78 per week and I was earning $300 a week in cash I was working for friend of mine who owned a construction company as his administrative assistant. It worked out perfectly for a while. Then I lost my job due to my drug use, and became a male prostitute, I thought I can earn money for something I enjoy and am good at .Then my landlady found out and I got evicted. To fast forward a bit I continued to sell my body and use drugs continued to get evicted from where I was living because of it.Then I got arrested when I was 22, but that didn't stop me. I continued to sell my body until finally I got so sick of it I threw up in a guys lap when I was giving him a blowjob.
I finally moved in with my mother after my step dad died and got a real job working full time at a discount store. l would go to work and then come home and go to sleep on Friday nights I would order pizza and answer the door naked and end up having sex with the pizza guy or girl, they would normally agree after a $60 tip was offered. That's what started my at risk sex behavior, I had unprotected sex with 18 different pizza guys and 4 different pizza girls. I enjoyed the sex very much, but was not willing to face the consequences. I met a Brazillian guy while I was living with my mother and would get fucked by him every Saturday night in the backseat of his car. I just couldn't avoid the temptation he was about 10 inches hung and it felt so good, of course the drugs and alcohol didn't help my thinking very much. In September of 2004 I gave up drinking for good and have not drank since. I became homeless once again on January 5th 2005, my mother took my rent money and decided that the car payment was more important than rent. I quit my job. On January 18th, 2007 I tested HIV+ and thought my life was over, I wanted to kill myself. I had lots of support from church and was able to get lots of help.I met Bruce on February 5th, 2005 and we have been together since, I have had my ups and downs with life and have learned that I am not a horrible person because of my past, my past make me the wonderful person I am today. I have shared most of story for the past year elsewhere on the board but I wanted to focus on my past at this point in time. I hope that someone here gets at least a little something out of my story.
http://www.lpsg.org/44797-moving-to-florida.html
http://www.lpsg.org/43535-i-miss-my-loved-ones.html
http://www.lpsg.org/51262-yes-i-moved-back-arizona.html
http://www.lpsg.org/50084-enlarged-prostate.html
http://www.lpsg.org/52330-why-some-people-so-mean.html
http://www.lpsg.org/53328-i-am-ok-and-safe.html
http://www.lpsg.org/53712-something-happened-to-my-webpage.html
http://www.lpsg.org/44103-will-getting-oral-surgery-soon.html
http://www.lpsg.org/55903-the-marriage-of-nakedwally-ladygodiva1976.html
http://www.lpsg.org/51657-scared-of-my-illness.html
http://www.lpsg.org/64404-i-finally-did-it.html