Hate didn't die in the Orlando shooting -- no, sadly, hate will still continue to breed and spread beyond the Orlando shooting.
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.
I do have gay friends, though I really don't view them as my gay friends. I just call them my friends. They're as important to me as my Christian friends.
My gay brother found out he was infected with an extremely aggressive form of HIV. Believing he was dying soon, my brother closed the office door and cried.
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.
I wanted to keep this whole SSA part of my life hidden, but I knew that, in doing so, I would be refusing to let God work through me.
Our blogging brothers, Sam and Dean, meet up to talk pop culture, the color pink, and the complicating world of masculine stereotypes.
Wherever you stand on these issues can we not first try to understand all the viewpoints? Can we not attempt to see the issue through LGBT eyes?
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.
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.