I had destroyed our friendship by my unhealthy emotional dependence and demands for exclusive affection. He understandably ended our friendship.

"How could you take a bath?" The question seemed ludicrous to me. I walked a lot that day. I was tired. My legs were sore. The bath was hot. This guy is a genuinely nice guy who loves God. But he's bought into a delusional sense of masculinity based more on actions than identity.

Even with a better understanding of my SSA, he just couldn't take daily contact with me anymore. So, he told me he was moving out.

If I strictly fly the flag of my sexuality, I view the world solely through my attractions. I see everything in life as related to homosexuality.

I recently attended a one-day conference in Chattanooga called Sexuality in the Church. Sexuality of all shapes & sizes most certainly exists in the Church.

I know what it's like to hurt, to have nowhere to go. This is why I keep ministering to people who need to hear that Jesus loves them.

"Straight-baiting" has always fascinated me: the act of tricking a heterosexual individual to engage in homosexual activities.

I still get tense and nervous and start shaking just thinking about coming out again. Some days it's better; other days it's not.

I don't want sex with another man like I don't want sex with a woman. And most days I just need someone to tell me that's okay.

I know I'm a hypocrite, yet I embrace that term and the things it entails because it shows that God can use me despite my flaws.

When YOB started, I was a regular. I was posting pretty much every week. I was reliable. Dependable. Always ready to share. And then I almost left it all.

I love sports and competition. I love the push, the struggle, the fight toward victory. I love how my chest burns when I'm on the brink of exhaustion.

I bought a house. I'm officially living IN the city! I've had a roommate since day one. He's a great friend and brother in Christ.

I pondered this question: why is it important to be in a community? While being part of a small group, I picked up 6 reasons why you need a community.

One day my friend came home and found me in deep emotional turmoil. He directly asked me what was wrong, so I tried to explain what I was feeling about him.

That's why you need a community. Whatever hurt you experience, you have people who can carry you on your path to recovery.

I have mentioned before that I am a father. I want to protect my daughter. With the exception of Jesus and my wife, I have never loved a person so strongly.

I absolutely refuse to fall into codependency again — especially with a coworker. With whom I share an office. It would have been a terrible situation.

Why can't people understand the things they're supposed to do? More importantly, why can't Christians get it?

My friend asks: Do you think you would have struggled with gender identity, sexual identity, and same-sex attraction if your family life had been different?