I recently attended a one-day conference in Chattanooga called Sexuality in the Church. Sexuality of all shapes & sizes most certainly exists in the Church.
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 lost my sexual sobriety because I went in search of shortcuts to intimacy with other men. I knew it wouldn't satisfy. Just like all the other times.
I had no idea how desperately I'd needed some guy — even some unknowable guy on the Internet — to tell me that I'm awesome.
I don't get wet dreams when I masturbate regularly; they only happen when I don't. Like when it happened last week.
I've been sexually sober for over 100 days now — not a lick of masturbation, pornography, or promiscuity — and I get a lot of questions like HOW I DO IT.
100 days later, my sexual sobriety still very much feels like a fantastical concept. But it’s easier now, I guess.
He decided he didn't want to be my friend anymore. I'm not entirely sure who was more to blame, and this not knowing still plagues me.
I am in recovery. And like the alcoholic with a beer or a drug addict with a joint, I cannot expect to masturbate every now and then and beat this addiction.
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.