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.
He decided he didn't want to be my friend anymore. I'm not entirely sure who was more to blame, and this not knowing still plagues me.
But is it wrong that I look for that true brother still, that I still pray for God to bring that true brother to me? I hope not.
When my gay brother received his booty call one night, I decided I had to move out. It was then that a guy named Brandon invited me to come live with him.
Today marks the 100th post in the life of Your Other Brothers! And what a ride through the blogosphere it's been these last five months.
I told my best friend that I had literally just come from gay sex in another man's bed. I'd found him on the Internet, then regretted it. I needed support.
Our blogging brothers, Sam and Dean, meet up to talk pop culture, the color pink, and the complicating world of masculine stereotypes.
Sexaholics Anonymous fits perfectly into my life now. It doesn't matter who you are or where you come from, only that you have a desire to stop lusting.