I don't remember thinking of myself as gay. There was always something wrong with me, and I was beginning to see it.
As a man who strongly considered becoming a woman, I have a unique gender perspective that most Christians cannot fathom. Still, I wanted to be a man.
I processed all the outcomes and knew that ultimately nothing would change by anything I did. My breaking point with my best friend was this: I did nothing.
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?
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.
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.
I can remember a time before sex. I wish I could forget everything about sex so I could relearn sex properly.
Without losing a piece of me, how do I get to heaven? To get to heaven, we don't lose a piece of ourselves. We lose it all.
From the earliest time I can remember until I was almost done with college, my two older brothers abused me verbally and emotionally.
An anticipated drive with my dad would prove to be a fracturing moment in our relationship. It was the moment my father failed me.