I know what it's like to hurt, to have nowhere to go. This is why I keep ministering to people who need to hear that Jesus loves them.
I love sports and competition. I love the push, the struggle, the fight toward victory. I love how my chest burns when I'm on the brink of exhaustion.
My friend asks: Do you think you would have struggled with gender identity, sexual identity, and same-sex attraction if your family life had been different?
I did not have heroes growing up. Many little boys look up to their father or older brothers. I didn't have a clear definition of what a hero should be.
This digital character was the very model of an ideal father. This fictional father was who I always wanted my real-life father to be.
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 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.
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.
So often I lament my lifelong disconnect from the male species and my own innate lack of manhood, I tend to neglect or even forget the numerous times I have felt like a man.
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.