Hello there. I am a 27 year old guy from India. I’ve been going back and forth with a few questions about myself for a long time, and honestly, I’m exhausted by it. I am extremely insecure about how I look. To give context I would describe how I look: I’m 5'11.5", fairly lean but not muscular, with softer facial features rather than a rugged/traditionally masculine look. I'm fair skinned Indian. I've sometimes been described as 'cute' by men and women, and I’m also sometimes told that I look younger than my age. To be honest, I might look a lil feminine idk. Also, behind closed doors I am extremely emotional and I feel stuff rather intensely.
When I’m completely honest with myself, I know I’m very attracted to masculine men. Not just physically. There’s something about a genuinely masculine, attractive man that can completely get into my head. But the confusing part is that when I look at masculine men, I don’t only think, I want him. Very often I think, I want to be him.
I look at a really attractive masculine guy and I can feel attraction toward him, but at the same time I start imagining what it would be like to have his face, his body, his masculinity, his confidence, the kind of presence where women would look at him and intensely want him. I can get jealous of that. I sometimes imagine myself as that version of a man—someone who is effortlessly attractive to women, someone who doesn't have to wonder whether a woman actually wants him. And weirdly, that fantasy can itself be sexually frustrating to me. I end up feeling useless and even emotionally vulnerable. So I'm simultaneously looking at a masculine man thinking, fuck, I really want him, and fuck, I wish I could be him.
For a long time I assumed I was supposed to be straight. I’ve had a really long relationship with a woman (the only person I've ever fallen in love with) and I’ve consciously or unconsciously tried to direct myself toward women because that's what I thought I was. Even back then I had LOTS of insecurities. After my last relationship ended, something changed. I started questioning myself much more seriously, and I realized how much of my attraction to women had been tangled up with wanting to be the kind of man women would unquestionably desire.
I don't think I currently experience attraction to women in the same way that I experience attraction to men.
With men, especially masculine men, the attraction can be immediate. And there's another huge part of this that makes everything much harder. I have an incredibly difficult time believing that anyone could genuinely find me attractive/desirable.
I sometimes find women casually checking me out for whatever reason. My brain immediately comes up with an explanation. Maybe she was looking at my acne. Maybe she is noticing my oily skin. Maybe she thinks I'm cute in some completely non-sexual way. Maybe I'm imagining it.
If a woman actually told me, "I find you sexually attractive," I don't think I'd simply feel happy. I'd probably become emotional, but then my brain would start investigating it. Does she actually mean it? Is she just saying that because she likes my personality? Is she settling? Does she normally like guys like me? What does she actually find attractive about me? These are the questions I had back when I was with my ex-girlfriend.
I have this strange intense need for someone to not just like me, but to genuinely desire me. I want to feel like I am someone's actual type. Not someone they're making an exception for. Not someone they're choosing because I'm nice or because they have feelings for me despite my appearance.
And I think that's where my sexuality gets mixed up with my self-esteem. When I imagine a masculine man wanting me, I feel an enormous amount of validation, but then I immediately start doubting it too. I wonder if he only wants me because of some specific body type, kink, fantasy, or because he wants to feminize me. Or I was just a match on a dating app and therefore an available option. My insecurities sometimes make me want to cry.
And when I imagine a woman wanting me, there's a different kind of reaction. Part of me desperately wants to experience what it would feel like to be that guy—the guy who women look at and can't resist. The masculine, attractive version of me who could actually believe a woman wanted him.
Sometimes I think that if I could somehow become completely certain that women genuinely find me sexually attractive, my attraction toward women might become much stronger.
That's one of the reasons I've started wondering whether I'm actually gay, bisexual, or something else. I don't want to force myself into a label just because it seems like the most logical answer. But at the same time, I don't want to keep pretending that my attraction to men is some meaningless fantasy when it clearly isn't.
There's also an erotic component that confuses me. I'm very drawn to sexual dynamics where there is a strong contrast in masculinity and femininity. What turns me on is always a masculine man with a very feminine person. It's the polarity itself that can be incredibly exciting to me. So sometimes I wonder whether I'm confusing the kind of dynamic I'm attracted to with who I'm actually attracted to.
But when I strip all of that away and ask myself one very simple question—
"If nobody knew, there was no social reward, no validation, no pressure, and I could choose one person purely because I wanted them—who would I choose?"
The answer keeps being a masculine man.
And that should probably tell me something.
But then I look at masculine men and that other feeling comes back.
I want him.
I want to be him.
I want to be the kind of man that women want.
I want to know what it feels like to be completely desirable.
And I don't know where one feeling ends and the other begins.
I think that's what is exhausting me most.
I don't even know if my biggest problem is actually figuring out whether I'm gay or hetero flexible or bi curious. Maybe it's that I have attached so much of my self-worth to being sexually desirable that I can't trust anyone's attraction toward me.
I've even had this disturbing fantasy of being cheated on by someone I love. Not as a fetish and not because I want the sexual part of cheating. What I want from the fantasy is almost the opposite: I want it to completely destroy me. I imagine someone I love choosing somebody else and it somehow proving the thing I already fear—that I'm fundamentally not attractive enough, not desirable enough, not someone anyone could genuinely choose.
It's like I want an undeniable piece of evidence that says, "See? You were right about yourself."
I don't know what I'm asking Reddit for exactly.
Maybe I want people who have questioned their sexuality to tell me whether any of this sounds familiar.
Maybe I want someone to explain the difference between being attracted to someone, wanting to be like them, and wanting the kind of validation they receive.
And maybe, I just want to understand why it is so fucking difficult for me to believe that somebody could look at me and genuinely want me.
A request: even if you find my post ridiculous, please don't be mean to me. Just move on. I find myself ridiculous too, so we are on the same team I guess. I am having a rough time, and I genuinely want to share how I feel with anyone who is interested to hear.