Coming Out to My Family Like a Hit-and-Run

I would be coming out to my family over dinner. I told them that I wasn’t planning on changing the course of my faith. I explained that I was telling them because I planned to tell even more people. I told them that if I wanted to talk about it again I’d be the one to bring it up, and I stood up and left.

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When Grief Tests a Friendship

He wanted me to be a man, to be tough, emotionally disciplined and not giving in to my grief. After all, we should consider ourselves like soldiers in battle who can’t afford to stop and grieve when someone dies. I couldn’t fully process everything at the time, but you can imagine how I felt as a sensitive guy.

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My Straight Friend Won’t Touch Me

He was never physically affectionate; we’d never even hugged. I wanted to touch him not out of a sexual desire but from a longing to connect with him as love with a brother. I dreamed of a day when we could embrace and confess our brotherly love for each other. I put my hand on his shoulder once. He brushed it off.

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The Art of Communicating a Love Language

My second greatest “love language” is quality time. I communicate and receive love simply by being physically present with someone. We can be silent for hours — but if we are “intentionally” together, then I perceive it as a sign of care and love. I wasn’t here for him; I was here for me.

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The Answer to My Own Prayers

What would it look like for my distant tribe to be gathered together? Didn’t God long to change our shame into praise and renown? “Gather us,” I prayed. I prayed that my scattered and lost tribe would be drawn together, our fortunes restored before our eyes. It was a prayer for my own benefit, but also for all of us.

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When a Friendship Gets Tested

All these ups and downs often caused me emotional pain. I had to take risks rather than stay safe and comfortable. My SSA made me feel weak and ineffective around all these straight guys. These painful things tested my friendship with James, too.

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I Define My Gender Identity

I’d transition to being a woman. I’d find a man to love me for who I was, and I’d become his wife. I’d run away with him and find freedom to be the woman I was supposed to be. This is not what happened, of course. Some would call it a mercy; others, a tragedy. I call it taking ownership of my gender identity.

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When I Felt Like a Total Failure

What I thought was a total “God thing” to help me through my life and financial crisis ended up being a big flop. I felt like a total failure, my mind reminded by all the stuff I’d endured when told I couldn’t become a leader because of my past. I had to deal with that nightmare once again.

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