I love attending my church and uphold them to the highest regard. Unfortunately, I was hurt by my church -- and this is my story.
At last year's retreat, we talked about recreating our old blogs; this summer, we marveled over all God has done in this storytelling community.
I've been sexually sober for over 100 days now — not a lick of masturbation, pornography, or promiscuity — and I get a lot of questions like HOW I DO IT.
100 days later, my sexual sobriety still very much feels like a fantastical concept. But it’s easier now, I guess.
Before I could even think to ask my girlfriend to marry me, I was absolutely sure of another thing: I needed to confess to her that I was attracted to guys.
He decided he didn't want to be my friend anymore. I'm not entirely sure who was more to blame, and this not knowing still plagues me.
I spent a lot of time hugging him and encouraging him as he recovered. It felt so good to be a blessing to my straight guy friend in his time of need.
I am in recovery. And like the alcoholic with a beer or a drug addict with a joint, I cannot expect to masturbate every now and then and beat this addiction.
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.
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.