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.
Sometimes I feel like Pinocchio when he proclaims, "I'm a real boy." I need men, so that I might become a man myself.
I hate myself more than anybody could imagine. I hate my body. I hate my personality. I hate my strengths and weaknesses. I completely fake it to the world.
Before I was even dating or at all interested in my wife, I had sex with another man. I have regretted this decision every day of my life since.
I had never really liked a girl like this. I had attempted dating girls before...but this time, I was seriously head over heels for this girl.
I refuse to tell people when they've hurt me. I lie to people about being okay when I'm not. I live the exact opposite of what I preach.
I was the problem in this friendship. I refused to let him be anything less than my absolute closest friend. And I said I was sorry.
I don't remember thinking of myself as gay. There was always something wrong with me, and I was beginning to see it.
As a man who strongly considered becoming a woman, I have a unique gender perspective that most Christians cannot fathom. Still, I wanted to be a man.
I processed all the outcomes and knew that ultimately nothing would change by anything I did. My breaking point with my best friend was this: I did nothing.