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Will I Ever Not Be Afraid to Share?
I wonder: Will I ever reach a point where I am no longer afraid of someone's reaction to my struggle with same-sex attraction?
Guys' Night!
Since my college-age Bible study ended last year, the guys in my small group decided to do something different one Thursday night — a Guys' Night.
Back When I Discovered Homosexuality
Looking back, I know I was experiencing same-sex attraction at that age, even though I didn't know what SSA or homosexuality was at the time.
The Sun Rises on My Darkness
I saw that this love actually motivated Jesus to die for me. It was like the Sun rose and took away all my darkness and emotional pain.
I Want My Brothers to be Happy for Me
Dean is a grown man finding complete joy in the simple fact that his brother was happy. It makes me want my own brothers to be happy for me.
Relearning Sex
I can remember a time before sex. I wish I could forget everything about sex so I could relearn sex properly.
I'll Never Have a Right Relationship with God
All I could think was: I am going to hell. I was obsessed with this idea that I'd never have a right relationship with God.
My Older Brothers Abused Me
From the earliest time I can remember until I was almost done with college, my two older brothers abused me verbally and emotionally.
A Native American with Same-Sex Attraction
For a Native American who is struggling with same-sex attraction (SSA) or views himself as gay, it's kind of hard to fit into this family dynamic.
The Love I Saw in My Father
I saw that my father had a very real relationship with God that was uncommon, powerful, and full of joy. I knew I wanted to be close to God because of Dad.
I've Always Wanted a Big Brother
My whole life I've wanted the love of a big brother. I've always wanted to press into someone bigger than me, someone stronger, someone wiser. A big brother to hold me, a big brother to comfort me, a big brother to tell me everything will be okay because he's right there and he's not going to let me go.
The Moment My Dad Failed Me
An anticipated drive with my dad would prove to be a fracturing moment in our relationship. It was the moment my father failed me.
The Shadow of the Son I Should Have Been
I will be reminded of this brokenness every time we are forced to gather. I hate this brokenness. For it is in this brokenness that my SSA came to be.
Goodbye, Old Friend…
Because of this small step, I would be able to be more open to other people in the future, telling them about my struggle with my sexuality.
I Don't Want More Same-Sex Attracted Friends
I'd had enough of life with only these types of strong male friendships while the other types of male friendships went severely lacking. Couldn't I just have "normal" heterosexual guy friends?
Haunted by My Best Friend
Today, while walking around work, I saw him again, this time from the back. I almost fell forward due to the unreal and freakish resemblance. It was all I could do not to burst into tears. It felt like I was being haunted by my best friend.
Because Nothing Else Satisfies
Later in my life when I was tempted to go after gay sexual pleasures, I could not escape the reality that only Jesus really satisfies.
My Best Friend For Never
Looking back, I still wonder: what happened that caused John to go from "best friend" to "somebody that I used to know"? It seemed instantaneous.
Torn Between Two Beckonings
Without the past, we have no future. We either let the past keep us in chains, or the past props us up, prods us forward, pushes us to greater heights.
Who I Am is Okay
I longed to be someone else. To not have to carry the burden of different. It was so heavy. I soon began to pursue perfection. Not because I wanted to, but because it was demanded of me.