As addicts often do, Jake used my older friend Jeremy's sexuality to manipulate him.

"Maybe God brought me here just to meet you," my new friend, Henry, said plainly. "I mean, it's probably not just for that reason, but who knows?"

I never sought out pornography; it found me. With technology these days, it was practically inevitable. It all started with soft-core pornography.

I've talked to a lot of people about this rejection and they've all said they don't quite understand the rejection and couldn't see anything I'd done wrong.

Henry and I had connected really well — or, so I thought. He hadn't told me he was moving before it became public knowledge.

The other guys told me about the Korean spa and how those experiences helped them. This sounded like something right down my alley.

I am not interested in a new machismo, finding a new way to be a man, a new way of determining what a real man is and isn’t.

If it's not permission to read our stories that my new friend needs, and the insight is still not enough to help him feel welcome, what else does he need?

We decided to go to a nudist resort. My first trip to a nudist resort! Maybe I'd form a good, close friendship with the guy I was about to meet?

I wanted to tell my new friend not to go. I wanted to tell him to stay at our church. To stay with me. I wanted to throw my arms around him and thank him.

I am an older single guy but am thankfully anything but lonely and depressed. I am very happy and full of hope for my future!

I've written before about having never been kissed. But that doesn't mean someone's never tried to kiss me.

I went to the clinic by myself to get myself checked. I entered the clinic and had this fear that if I had contracted an STD, it would stay with me forever.

Is it really acceptable for men to cry? American culture has told me and countless other boys and young men that crying is not manly.

"We want you to help us reach LGBT people," my pastor said. "It's our belief that this is your true calling. And we want to help you."

I get into times of doubting, specifically regarding my choice of celibacy. At times, it seems ridiculous that I choose celibacy all because of my faith.

Not all guys feel comfortable hugging another guy. So, when should I hug another guy, a male friend? The answer is different for each friend!

I definitely don't know some of my other brothers like I know my friends. I still consider them my brothers, though. We still fight alongside each other.

This isn't about same-sex marriage. It's not even about Eugene Peterson or LifeWay. It's about a significant sliver of stories going untold.

I realized something while mowing my lawn: I was the only one pitying myself. The only person doubting my masculinity was me.