I do hate myself; not necessarily because I'm gay but because of how society has brainwashed me, isolated me and pushed me to hide in the shadows, becoming more vulnerable and an easy prey for ill intentioned people. And that's what happened.
Since my twenties my goal was clear: get a good job, become independent from my parents (that never spoke to me about my homosexuality, dating, dangers and my way into life since when I did the coming out) and become a well-rounded man, with enough depth to attract a partner and start a relationship.
Unluckily the vast majority of gay men are all sex; the attitude is always "let's start from a sex date, so that I have a good time. If I will enjoy it, then maybe we can see us again". Gay men that are already into the scene since longer than you will teach you that this is how 2 gay men date.
And little by little you will realize that you can't think different if you want to attract someone to you.
Society forces you to stay in the dark; you can't meet a gay man normally, most of the times you have to stick to dating apps, especially if you don't live in a large city that offers more support. So you will have to "play by the rules" and you are left more vulnerable to a one on one date.
In my early 30s I started to open myself a bit more, as men were leaving me behind for my inexperience. And as I was falling into a bad depressive suicidal period, I got lured by a guy that pretended that he wanted to help me, while his perverted mind suggested him to lie so that he could satisfy his fantasies of having his hands on an inexperienced man.
As I opened my heart to him talking about my fears, my depression, my solitude, my unexplored fantasies, he made sure to use all the baits that he had to gain my trust and interest. As I was too cautious to get to a physical contact, he drugged me and since then my life has been completely ruined in the most painful (physical and psychological) way.
After 4 years from the event, at times I still desire a man, a physical contact. And then I immediately hate myself to the point that I want to kill myself, because this mental attitude has been my achille's heel and it has led me to fall prey to the worst outcome for my life.