It's not just that I never had a childhood best friend; it's that I'll never have a childhood best friend. That era has come and gone, that chapter closed.
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.
"Straight-baiting" has always fascinated me: the act of tricking a heterosexual individual to engage in homosexual activities.
I still get tense and nervous and start shaking just thinking about coming out again. Some days it's better; other days it's not.
I know I'm a hypocrite, yet I embrace that term and the things it entails because it shows that God can use me despite my flaws.
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.
I bought a house. I'm officially living IN the city! I've had a roommate since day one. He's a great friend and brother in Christ.
Today, Your Other Brothers turns 1 year old! Shh, nobody tell YOB about the puberty years. We've still got at least another decade to stifle that awkward conversation. But seriously, what a year it's been since our first post. We've laughed, we've cried, we've started a podcast, we've launched a Patreon community, and we're still just getting started.
After going through all the crap my church threw at me, however, my love of the Lord lessened and my love of sex grew again. I crashed and burned.
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.