Friendship or a Threesome?

I was twenty-two when I left my family and moved to Sydney, looking forward to the new adventures a major city could bring. And one day I met this guy.

How I met him is not important…

…what he wanted from me, was. He was inviting me home to meet his boyfriend for a threesome. So, what does an inquisitive young man exploring his sexuality do? Hey, it’s obvious, isn’t it?

But then…

…this charming couple who were only about fifteen years older than me, wanted me to borrow a book they had on the shelf. It was the true story of an American school boy who took another boy to the prom. I said no. They continued to mention other friends of theirs who they thought I would get along with.

Again, I said no.

At the time I was still fairly new in town and quite lonely. And here were a lovely couple wanting to befriend me and introduce me to their wider circle. Even though I sensed (in that gut feeling type of way) that I would meet a friend of a friend who would end up being a close friend of mine, I declined the offer of returning again.

Why?

I was still confronting my sexuality, but more to the point, I was worried about having an open minded circle of gay friends that my family would meet one day. I mean, what kind of people would invite you home for a threesome and then want to get to know you. Well, that’s the way I used to think back then.

My family are from a European background…

…so my sexuality and open discussions about sex were never a problem. Yet here I was at twenty-two worried about what they might think. As the years rolled on, I realised that they would have been fine with how this caring couple entered my life.

In a way, it was internalised homophobia.

And over the past ten years, that couple have played on my mind many times. The universe had given me just what I needed at the time – potential friends who would help me grow as a person. I often look back and wonder how my views would have been shaped if accepted the invitation to be part of their world.