I came out at 47
I was born in 1958. I started realizing that it was "different" when I was 8 or 9 y/o, and from I was 12, when the hormones said " here we are ", I realized perfectly what and how I was: I was gay. This confirmation did not help me, because I did not want to be gay (a “maricón”, a “marica”, a “mariquita”, an “invertido”), until I started accepting it and to accept myself when I was about 16. I was gay and was going to be always gay, though I did not have the valour to come out: it was not easy at all in Franco's Spain and in the immediate years, where the simple fact of being a homosexual could take you to the jail. In addition, I wanted to lose neither my friends nor my relatives, since in those years to be known as homosexual was the worst possible thing.
I lost the virginity at 18 ... with a girl. This put me in a comfortable way: my apparent bisexuality was allowing myself to relate me to women and to take a "normal", acceptable life. And I followed this path: I had all the girlfriends that I could and even I fell in love with one of them, with which I was on the verge of marrying. With my last girlfriend I lived more than four years. Until, at the age of 47, I got tired. Then, to be gay was infinitely easier that in my youth and Spain there was going way of turning into one of the most advanced countries as for the recognition of the gay’s full civil rights.
I " wanted to be " gay. It was tired of pretending, of lying to the whole world, of having a double life. And I came out to my best friend, Mercedes, with whom a few years behind I had had an affair of approximately six months. Mercedes accepted it perfectly and this opened the way to everything else: I was coming out gradually to all my friends and acquaintances, to the work’s mates, to some 200 persons in total, and all of them, absolutely all, they reacted very well. Then I explained it to my sister, and later to my cousin, who also is gay. My life started changing: not of a spectacular form, but positive. At the age of 50 I had my first experience with a man. And, now, at my 51 years, I know that this can’t gone back: I am gay. Forever.