I don't want sex with another man like I don't want sex with a woman. And most days I just need someone to tell me that's okay.
I love sports and competition. I love the push, the struggle, the fight toward victory. I love how my chest burns when I'm on the brink of exhaustion.
That's why you need a community. Whatever hurt you experience, you have people who can carry you on your path to recovery.
I absolutely refuse to fall into codependency again — especially with a coworker. With whom I share an office. It would have been a terrible situation.
I would look and feel more "normal" if married. I would definitely fit into the Christian world better. So, I decided to try out dating a girl.
Our blogging brothers, Sam and Dean, meet up to talk pop culture, the color pink, and the complicating world of masculine stereotypes.
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 wonder: Will I ever reach a point where I am no longer afraid of someone's reaction to my struggle with same-sex attraction?
Since my college-age Bible study ended last year, the guys in my small group decided to do something different one Thursday night — a Guys' Night.