Thank you for the replies, and for the encouragement, which I also hope reaches out to anyone else who ever reads this topic who feels like I do, be they gay or straight. Having a cancer diagnosis certainly makes you take stock of your life, focusing on that which really matters most.
And besides the impact of the diagnosis the treatment has made me very emotional at times, in a way I wasn't previously, I'd shut it all away, but recently I've been laying awake at night wishing someone else was there, and that not sharing my life with someone, even at the eleventh hour, would be my only regret come the day I die.
Thank you for the links too. I live in the NW near the coast so the London one is a little too far away, but the Manchester group is possible, train and taxis, and though I've never Zoomed I see they do that too so I'll try to check that out if I can work out how to do it.
And then there's the off-chance that next week's local meet will produce an admiring gay or bisexual singleton who offers to give a lift home to this new guy who's on the bus, in the rain.
I thought I was emotionally tough, fiercely independent, and having been chemically castrated and a "little alien" attached to my penis (which is what I call the catheter leg bag as it reminds me of that thing which attached itself to John Hurt's face) I soon got rid of all my porn, not only because I didn't want extended family to find all the adult gay stuff when I'm gone (even though I came out in 1985) but because I realised I no longer needed it. It's starting to feel like nothing has stirred downstairs since Mrs Bridges made her last casserole.
This newfound feeling of 'purity' made me question if I was in fact gay any longer, certainly homosexual, so there's been this whole identity crisis to deal with too. Prostate cancer, the disease which keeps on giving...
But what I wasn't counting on was the diagnosis and possibly the estrogen bringing out the homoemotional side of me and making me face up to some home truths, some denials, which is that Steve needs a bloke, he secretly always did. It's been almost 4 months since I was diagnosed and I have not had a single hug, and my pillow has had enough of my own. 😂
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