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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.
I've been sexually sober for over 100 days now — not a lick of masturbation, pornography, or promiscuity — and I get a lot of questions like HOW I DO IT.
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.
Should I accept my sexuality and call myself gay? And if I do, should I shun my Christian beliefs or somehow still be a devout Christian? A gay Christian?