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.
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?
Leading up Gay Pride, we were in prayer and in the Word, asking God to give us love for the LGBT people and words of wisdom.
A fascinating conversation about Trey Pearson, his coming out, and what it means to struggle with homosexuality or be a "gay Christian" in today's culture.
There was a split in who I thought I was and who I was thought to be. I fought to be straight and prove to everyone nothing is wrong with me. I'm normal.
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.
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.
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.