Before I applied for SOM, some friends were talking to me about becoming a Bible study leader. I grew thrilled at the idea of leading and serving there.

I don't get wet dreams when I masturbate regularly; they only happen when I don't. Like when it happened last week.

So, as it turns out, I still don't know who I am. And with two decades now under my belt, I have come to the conclusion that I don't know who I want to be.

I love attending my church and uphold them to the highest regard. Unfortunately, I was hurt by my church – and this is my story.

It is very desirable and even possible for me to have a decades-long friendship with a straight guy...even though he is married and I am not.

I didn't belong here. An odd realization to make. YOB is for the outcast. A place for those who feel they don't belong. It's a community for the outcasts.

If it weren't for Jesus, it would just be some hangout weekend with a bunch of gay guys. I think of the term #SquadGoals for our group.

He knew he would not have met her if it hadn't been for me, and he still considered me his best friend. I gladly said yes to being his best man.

100 days later, my sexual sobriety still very much feels like a fantastical concept. But it’s easier now, I guess.

My former girlfriend dumped me and was now with my best male friend. Had I been betrayed by both of them?

While on the road trip, a lot of things were going through my mind. My friend would be seeing both the good and the bad stuff of where I was brought up.

Before I could even think to ask my girlfriend to marry me, I was absolutely sure of another thing: I needed to confess to her that I was attracted to guys.

He decided he didn't want to be my friend anymore. I'm not entirely sure who was more to blame, and this not knowing still plagues me.

It just seems we forget to say it or are embarrassed to say it or maybe sometimes I'm just not "man enough" to say it: I love you.

I would look and feel more "normal" if married. I would definitely fit into the Christian world better. So, I decided to try out dating a girl.

Leading up Gay Pride, we were in prayer and in the Word, asking God to give us love for the LGBT people and words of wisdom.

I spent a lot of time hugging him and encouraging him as he recovered. It felt so good to be a blessing to my straight guy friend in his time of need.

While searching for guys to hook up with, I noticed an ad saying: Looking for a Generous Guy -- basically, asking for money in exchange of sex.

But is it wrong that I look for that true brother still, that I still pray for God to bring that true brother to me? I hope not.

When my gay brother received his booty call one night, I decided I had to move out. It was then that a guy named Brandon invited me to come live with him.