There was a split in who I thought I was and who I was thought to be. I fought to be straight and prove to everyone nothing is wrong with me. I'm normal.
I do have gay friends, though I really don't view them as my gay friends. I just call them my friends. They're as important to me as my Christian friends.
My gay brother had been burned. What started as seemingly harmless sexual experiments ended as an out-of-control obsession that literally killed my brother.
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.
My gay brother found out he was infected with an extremely aggressive form of HIV. Believing he was dying soon, my brother closed the office door and cried.
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.
Not everyone is going to have this perfect story after they've come to Christ, where it ran smoothly from then on. Not for me, it didn't.
Our blogging brothers, Sam and Dean, meet up to talk pop culture, the color pink, and the complicating world of masculine stereotypes.
Wherever you stand on these issues can we not first try to understand all the viewpoints? Can we not attempt to see the issue through LGBT eyes?
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.