Sometimes when you're with tha person you care about you want to show them some affection, but being out and amongst the public you wonder if anyone is looking for fear of being seen as wierd or unusual. Yesterday was a new experience for me. I had always tryed to hide my affection, tryed to make it look like we were nothing more than friends. Yesterday was the first time I even dared to wrap my arms around my man or hold his hand while i knew other people were watching. I have no idea why i felt like i could. I tryed to just forget everything else around me and just focus on whatever was going on with me and him. Of course it crossed my mind what the people that crossed our path were thinking but i didn't let it control me. I feel a little bit like maybe they didn't think it was wierd or wrong per say. Some might have been thinking, "Oh look two gay men in love, isn't that spectacular!" I don't know though. I don't know what came over me. sometimes when a person got up close i would think about pulling away or think in my mind "Please just don't see us." I still let myself go kept doing it. Maybe it was because the person i was with didn't care so much so I didn't either. Has anyone else been afriad or had any experiences with PDA (Public Display of Affection)
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