Originally posted by Altairion@May 20 2005, 07:02 AM
Steve, thanks for sharing your story with us dude. I'm not sure why you feel bad about wanting to tag on the fact that both of you were drunk, but at least from this end it doesn't seem like a bad thing. You're just telling the truth. Would you both have done it sober, or only when drunk?
Thanks for the kind words, Altairion. You're a great guy!
The reason I hate feeling that need to say, "OH, but we were
totally drunk at the time!" is because it's a cop out--and kind of an offensive one, at that. It's as if I'm still hung up on it and, worst of all, thinking it was something of which I should be ashamed, which it isnâtâat least not for sexual reasons. Iâm ashamed of that period of my life for
different reasons than playing around sexually with a friend.
This was during a period of my life when I thought I could ignore generations of precedent-setting alcohol abuse in my family, telling myself that I'm
different and that I can control it and all that. Turned out I was wrong, and it took awhile for me to get power over myself and leave it behind. And my experience with my friend was a part of that, but what finally truly frightened me and woke me up was that people I trusted began telling me about things I had done that I couldnât remember or even imagine myself doing. It honestly scared the living sh*t out of me and helped get me on the road to change.
And what JonB said is totally right in my case. Alcohol lowers inhibitions and might tip personality in one radical direction or another, but, like hypnosis, it just doesn't make you do things you truly would never do. I learned a lot about what Iâm really capable of during that time.
Maybe that answers your question (in a
really roundabout way): maybe we
would have done it anyway and just needed the alcohol as an excuse. I've vacillated back and forth with that over the years. To be honest, it was pretty shocking to me when he made that initial "move" (
man, this is uncomfortable to discuss with you guys
). Then again I didn't flip out and kick him out either, eventually joining in, so make of it what you will.
After a party, we'd gotten back to our dorm room (we were roommates along with a third guy) and I'd already crashed when he slid into my bed beside me, saying he was too wasted to push the piles of junk off of his bed. Soon after, he slid his hand into my boxers and away we went till we fell asleep or passed out or whatever it was. It was probably a really pitiful sight because I don't think either of us even reached orgasm (or even stayed hard?). I'm not sure.
I do remember waking up the next morning, afraid to move because then he might wake up and we'd have to talk and face the facts of it all.
I waited till he woke, pretended to be asleep till he lumbered to the bathroom, crawled out of bed (sick), managed to get some clothes on and spent the rest of the weekend with a friend off campus. Yeah, this story is
full of cowardly evasions.
So yeah, maybe we would have ended up playing around sober, but considering how blindsided I was by it (as clueless as I can be sometimes, I still think it came out of nowhere), Iâm not so sure.
Anyway, thatâs the whole, stupid story. I wish weâd been able to talk about it and even gotten to the point of being able to laugh about it, but we never spoke of it again. I think if weâd been able to deal with it emotionally at the time, I wouldnât have spent so much time in subsequent years worrying about it (for no reason). I might even be a different person today; you never know.