This happened a bit ago (before the COVID-19 quarantine), but one of my housemates and I decided to go out and have a night on the town. We got hammered and as we were walking home, we stopped outside a strip club (I have no idea why, we both knew we weren't going in), and just started talking. I had told him before (also when I was hammered) that I had some kink interests, but never wanted to tell him. He asked about it again, and I decided that now might as well be the time to tell him.
It went overall pretty well. He stated that the idea of tickling as a kink was weird for him, but he didn't appear to be too weirded out by it. It was also my first time telling anyone in my life that I am not 100% straight (the best way I've seen to describing myself is heteroflexible). He also told me that he had been struggling with is own sexuality, and questioning it. Obviously I was supportive of him as well, and we had a nice moment. We haven't talked about any of it since, and we probably won't for awhile. But I'm glad that I told someone, and I think that was a big step for me in finally accepting myself.
It went overall pretty well. He stated that the idea of tickling as a kink was weird for him, but he didn't appear to be too weirded out by it. It was also my first time telling anyone in my life that I am not 100% straight (the best way I've seen to describing myself is heteroflexible). He also told me that he had been struggling with is own sexuality, and questioning it. Obviously I was supportive of him as well, and we had a nice moment. We haven't talked about any of it since, and we probably won't for awhile. But I'm glad that I told someone, and I think that was a big step for me in finally accepting myself.
