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.
Do I really want complete healing, or am I satisfied being a lifelong struggler? Is the self-pity I've surrounded myself with for so long too hard to leave?
My gay brother had been burned. What started as seemingly harmless sexual experiments ended as an out-of-control obsession that literally killed my brother.
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.
My father found out about my gay pornography use. He wanted to help me. And then my father never spoke to me about gay pornography use again.
Do I want to have a brother I care about that much that I will declare putting him above all else? Or do I want to have a brother saying those words to me?
I fit into that category, what the young people here call straight edge. So, why do I abstain from any alcohol or drug use?
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.