YOBcast Episode 047: Intimacy

Intimacy is scary, and intimacy is vulnerable. Intimacy can be shared or rejected. Intimacy is special and sacred, and intimacy is everyday. Intimacy is sexual and emotional, physical and spiritual. Join Tom, Ryan, and Jacob in the first of a two-part deep dive into intimacy. The brothers define intimacy, likening it to a fire, discussing the differences and nuances between intimacy and vulnerability. They also talk about their first forays into intimacy many years ago and what the cornerstone of their most intimate relationships has been.

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Sobering and Necessary: Our Response to “Boy Erased”

Several of our featured authors watched the film, Boy Erased. It’s based on the real-life story of Garrard Conley who wrote a memoir of the same name. Boy Erased follows a young man’s journey through reparative or conversion therapy, and it’s also a story of a mother’s and father’s relationships with their gay son. It’s a heavy film, and we debriefed it together in this extensive conversation.

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I Wanted to be Ex-Gay

I hadn’t wanted orientation change out of a desire to please God. I’d wanted to be straight because I simply wanted to be normal. I had been scared. I was internally homophobic, hating myself and especially other gay men.

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I Like a Girl?

As I drove down the base of the mountain after listening to a sermon and enjoying some prayer, the thought once more popped into my head: “You like Annie!” I wanted to swipe away the thought again, but this time I actually considered it. Maybe I could like a girl?

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“Pray the Gay Away” This Christmas

Have you ever tried to “pray the gay away”? God’s way of doing things often — nearly always — involves an exorbitant amount of waiting, process, and journey. It’s a brand new MANLY MONDAY, featuring Simeon’s story from Luke 2, the concept of Jesus coming to earth as a baby rather than a man, and my bangs.

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My Battle with Male Body Image

I remember being envious of the other boys who seemed so free in their bodies, so free with their bodies. I remember being envious of their slenderness, and later on, their muscles. I remember lying in bed wishing so hard that I could wake up and be miraculously thin. I remember knowing that I shouldn’t hate my body but having no idea how to stop.

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