Hi. My name is Jordy. I am 35 years old and gay. Happy single at the moment.
I had a very normal childhood. Grew up in a loving family with my sister. Everything fell apart when my grandfather died on my 13th birthday. And six months later my father died in a car accident. My world fell apart and I was struggling to stay alive. The only thing that kept me going was my sister. I acted as a big brother but also as a father and a mother. We grew up without parents and always took care of ourselves. We started living alone at the age of 14. My sister is 2,5 years younger than me. We had some hard times but I started working immediately as a dishwasher. Years went by and we started to get by very good. I tried to let my sister have a normal childhood and I think I succeeded. She grew up to be a successful manager, a wife and is a mother of her first son. So I am very proud of her.
I’ve waited a long time to come out of the closet. I wasn’t really sure what I wanted in life. I was together with a very nice girl and we tried to get pregnant. After only 1 attempt she was pregnant. We were so happy. But she got a miscarriage. We were heartbroken. We were together for more than 5 years but we had a lot of problems. So after the miscarriage we drifted apart and started to do our own thing. And it ended in a break up. I started experimenting with boys and really liked it.
So at the age of 29 I came out of the closet. I had a very good reason. I fell in love with my first boyfriend, Koen. He was from the Netherlands and already had a partner. But one evening they invited me to have sex at their place and we fell in love. We decided to start a threesome relationship, which was a big risk. But against all odds we managed to keep it going for almost 2 years. It was not easy but we had some good moments too. So good that I decided to move to the Netherlands and buy a house together. We had a lot of fun together. And we had fun with other boys too. Sex was very important and we did a lot of sex parties. Everything was going very well but fate struck again. At the age of 31 I was diagnosed with skin cancer, stage 3.
It was a very difficult period in my life. We were in Gran Canarias at the gay pride when I got the news. Holiday was over. When we came back, shit hit the fan. I needed a big surgery to remove a tumor and my lymph nodes in my right leg. After a week I was back home but the surgery backfired. I had to rehabilitate for 3 months. Then I started chemo for more than a year, sometimes 3 times a week. I managed it pretty good. I wasn’t that sick and didn’t loose all my hair. I lost a lot of weight, 14 kg, and my nice body. I was very sad that I lost my good shape. In the meanwhile my relationship wasn’t that good anymore. My boyfriends couldn’t live with a sick boyfriend. So I decided to end the relationship and move back home to my mother to continue my treatment.
I was feeling better and better, probably because i was single again and didn’t had the pressure on me. I ended my treatment and began to take back my life. I bought a new home for myself and decorated it before i moved in. I started working again and everything fell in its place. Life was good again.
It seems that I had a hard life and that’s true but I loved every step of it. It always made my stronger and I love the man I’ve become. I’m working on getting my body back but corona messed up that plan. But I keep on fighting and will be back in my old ways. I’m exploring my sexuality again too because I feel good in my own skin.