For about 3 years I hated being gay ... about a year ago I began to accept it, and am still in (finishing) the acceptance process. The only people that don't know about me are my parents and brother ... ick.

no not really. I DO hate the situations it puts me in though...

i used to dislike it but that was before i started to comeout to my best friends. i like it now! =] yet i will still deny it.

I think pretty much everyone who wasn't completely out of the closet since day 1 went through a hating period. I, for one, definitely did. I'd come home and do the whole ritual with a sharp object against my wrists, etc. And after that, I'd go online and research ways to become straight and think about scenarios where I'd get beaten up and killed for being gay. Then I'd sit and cry and ask God (or whoever the hell is up there) why he wanted to curse me with such a...DISEASE, I used to think of it as.
I think that was all due to the fact that I was extremely uneducated about sexuality and the like and I had no idea what to look forward too later on. But, thanks to this site and some good TV shows (Brothers & Sisters), I've come to accept who I am. I've always been a bit special or different from all the other kids and my brothers, and I never want to lose that.
As the days go by, I'm more and more accepting and I have the "OH! I'd give ANYTHING to be STRAIGHT!" thoughts less and less.
Now it's more like "Bitch, that's right. I do this cause I'm GAY."

I've never really hated being gay... It did take me a few years to come to terms with it, but then I thought, to hell with it, and I came out to everyone. Needless to say I've never been happier!

I do have my depressive moments, as finding the right person is hard, and sometimes I feel as if people look down upon me since I came out, but even if that is so, I sulk for a moment or two, maybe shed a tear, but afterwards, I realize it's up to me to make myself happy, and I'm doing just that.

I don't suppose I hate being gay-my negative sentiment in regards to my sexuality is more because I've yet to find anyone to be gay with in a sexual or non-sexual manner. It's sort of like having a shiny red, fast, expensive sports car with no wheels-'pretend driving' (aka jacking off, if you're following my simile) is unfulfilling, and gets old fast. Emotionally, things would be much easier if I were straight-all the guys I've ever truly liked were all straight to my knowledge. I know I could sack a decent chick anyday-but gay guys are 1) difficult to find and 2) most of them don't fancy my type. Now if I did manage to land one, they'd have to pass my rigerous personality criteria-which few guys, historically, have passed. My favorite type is the overly polite, classy, sophisticated acedemic sort-which are rare enough as it is, but to make matters worse, I'm terribly shy and not that attractive-so my odds are essentially nill. My family, in terms of social support, is useless, and I have but two friends-one of whom ignores me, and the other of whom I rarely see. I essentially spend my life working out, doing school-related work, listening to music in my bedroom, and reading the new posts on the forum here-so being gay, at the moment, doesn't exactly act as a positive component of my life. I'm bored with it, actually-not bored with guys, I'm still attracted to them more than I'd like to admit, but bored with waiting for a close companion with whom I can talk and complain and snuggle and do things with and be stupid around and generally enjoy life with-a much needed change in the drab story of my drab life, if you will. I agree with some others in that I'd never choose to be gay (although the thought of boobies and vagina make me barf now as a gay guy)-and I don't actively resent it, because such is a futile waste of time and energy. I just wish that at least one of the guys I like would look like me too...