So often I lament my lifelong disconnect from the male species and my own innate lack of manhood, I tend to neglect or even forget the numerous times I have felt like a man.
I hated the way I looked! I was a skinny, fearful, awkward, shy person who wished I could look good like the athletic, muscular, confident guys.
I can't help that I am attracted to men. I can look at my life and see both nature and nurture contributing to my sexuality.
Sometimes I feel like Pinocchio when he proclaims, "I'm a real boy." I need men, so that I might become a man myself.
My gay brother was publicly outed in a very painful way. He was thrown out of the group and his homosexual sins were revealed to hundreds of members.
I hate myself more than anybody could imagine. I hate my body. I hate my personality. I hate my strengths and weaknesses. I completely fake it to the world.
Jesus Loves Homosexuals affects us all differently, but I hold this subject dear to my heart because I'm gay, or I struggle with same-sex attractions.
Before I was even dating or at all interested in my wife, I had sex with another man. I have regretted this decision every day of my life since.
Somewhere around seventh grade, I told my family I hated swimming. The real reason was just too silly and shameful. I hated having to take off my shirt.
I had just intercepted a "booty call" meant for my brother! There was absolutely no doubt now that Brad was having sex with other guys. What to do?